Two lost souls

A young girl, lays in her bed crying.
She is cold, beaten, and broken.

A young man, try's to keep dying,
In a braided fate he's chokin.

She wants nothing more than to be loved,
to feel the warmth and kindness she deserves.

He wants to be free from the pain he shoved,
deep down inside, he never learns.

She cry's because she wants to know why,
its always them and not her.

His hate made from every lie,
held in tears makes everything blur.

Running threw a field of self doubt,
"never good enough" trapped in her head.

Depression did nothing but sprout,
the walls he's going to paint red.

In a sick twisted fate,
they could have had each other.

Now to late,
two lost souls will never recover.