Alive

This is a poem I made one day about a character in one of my stories. It's morbid but.

Alive

Living to be one, living among the unknown
The pretender, the one in pain
She lives in a world that is not hers
She exists in a void that is can not be hers

She is among others that do not care
The heart is broken, among the pain she weeps
She is weak as the heart dictates
Alone among the dead she weeps

Her soul is torn, her mind is battered
Existing as a shell she screams
Caring for herself in the place of others
Hurting inside, she bleeds for love

Numb to the pain, numb to herself
The heart in shatters, the pieces splintered
She knows the dark, she knows no other
Alone within herself, alone within her mind