Its the forest.

I've been walking round and round in it for so long, can't get out.

I've fallen into a pit - deep, dark, endless.

Yelling for help desperately, my voice is turning coarse.

Not a single soul that I can see, not a single voice that I can hear.

Its so cold, so lonely in here.

Water drips on the ground, 

I place my fingertips slowly against my cheeks; 

No not the rain, they're my tears. 

I'm too numb to feel myself anymore.

I dropped forth on my knees and leaned against the wall of soil.

With my fingernails I write on the base of the hardened soil,

My last words, "Fuck everything."

She'll  be gone till its probably over.

Will you miss her?