Why?

Tossing turning inside a world wind of thoughts. My hand scratches my arm. There they go again the things that I cant control I cant seem to stop. What was it for what was it all about. This wounded little girl that tried so hard to find herself. This lost woman now trying so hard to rebuild herself. She tried so hard to leave she even wished for it. So why am I still here. They played a trick she knew someones wrong. I push the blade into my chest and now im peacefully in my grave.