With Burnt Lungs

With burnt lungs, she walks in snow
And wishes upon a shooting star, that died long ago,

Her lungs ached, but now they're numb,
She wonders, Who has she become?

Her feet are sore, but she has a plan
To End this pain, to end what began

She reaches the Tree, the tree of her past
Withered, just like her, it wouldn't, too, last.

Gone are the days, when she used to laugh, used to dance
She has to get out of this trance!

From the hollow trunk, she brings out her weapon,
Looking at it in the dark, she tells herself
''This HAS to happen!''

All those years come back to her,
Shiny like summer,but a blur..

Tired of the world, tired of herself
She takes a deep breath, slow..
And finally lets go

In one quick move, she slashes her wrist,

And ghosts seep out, into the mist.