Grave of Sorrow

She was miserable from the start,
Everyday the world ripped her more apart,
Buried deep in her grave of sorrow,
Always hoping it would be better tomorrow.

Tomorrow always came,
And nothing ever changed,
Soon she felt alone and deranged,
Afraid in her never-ending grave of sorrow,
Betting on better luck tomorrow.

Soon the "tomorrow's" ran out,
She didn't feel sane,
She grabbed a knife and felt the pain,
Her heart bleeding inside her chest,
This was it, her time to rest,
She let out a piercing cry,
Knowing that she was about to die.

On the floor she silently lays,
Her grave of sorrow, slowly decays.