Grey Mists

A foreign bitterness, like a thick darkness, has settled upon this soul. I’m just a little girl, lost, struggling to fight back the tears. The tears, and the choking despair that has just flooded over me. I’m being bombarded with lies that I I convince myself are true, and I know without a doubt that not all are lies. I've fallen so far, I’ve stumbled so badly. I can’t find the strength to pick myself up this time. So I’ll fall asleep in this sadness, I’ll let the raging storm rock me to sleep; the howling wind will be my lullaby. I’m so alone. I’m so afraid.