Place Of Unknown

She sits down with her only friend,
So she sits alone,
She feels so hated in every way,
In the place of unknown.

She sits upon a lonely rock,
Like a princess to her throne,
And for she is the only one,
In the place she calls her own.

Yet she is so beautiful,
But that she refuses to see,
She spends her nights up crying,
Hoping to be set free.

The place she lives and looks upon,
Is as lonely as can be,
For living here is killing her,
But yet she cannot flee

She lifts a knife up in the air,
And stabs it threw her chest,
And as she lay there bleeding,
She knew it was for the best.

She lies down with her only friend,
So she lies alone,
She lies without a grave or tomb,
In the place of unknown.