The Looking Glass River

Sitting in the forest
Alone with many regrets
My hairs a mess, my throat is parched,
And I have a torn-up dress.

He's never coming back
So whats the point to try?
I could never, ever live without
His comforting face by my side.

I trun around, not thinking
And realize there's a stream.
I flinch at my reflection,
And then drown out my scream.

He's gone, he's gone forever
He's left me to fend for myself.
The pain is searing through my vains,
It's eating me from my inside-out.

I rest there for a second,
Should I come back up?
is there any point of living
As a useless, wasteful dump?

The surface carries nothing
That I could ever want
The thought of living without him
Is another unthinkable thought.

I then breathe in the water,
it burns and stings my lungs.
I've made up my desicion,
Fiery hell, here i come.