Trying

Today as the days progress she stays stagnant
But her thoughts came fury
Still in troublesome with her own body
Forgiveness has not come
Loving oneself has not come
For the empty vessel her entirety is
Her soul succumb to the lists of wishes
She penned in the past
The end to the strain
At last
Farewell

She found her way out of the lonesome she was

(She gave up in the middle of the challenge
Where everything is in disarray
Where everything is a struggle to be completed

She gave up her list
A list of chances and goals
A list of happiness
And goodbyes to the pain

She gave up her list
To be in peace
And to never be

She gave up, and left
To be heard?
To be seen?
To be felt?
To be dead.