I haven't done any writing in awhile! So here is me spitting down my my own mind into a short piece! Yay
Well published anything

Lost in her own head she was, drowning into the white noises of all the cries of help that scrapped at her skin, she was so tired.
So long picking up the pale dead hands that needed help.
So tired of sitting on the cold grounding offering a hug and looking up to the sun, she could see it. Long ago she would still feel it's warmth. Convincing herself she could sit down with the lost souls of a little longer.

The dead looked at her with pity eyes. 'I was like that to, please stop you're only hurting yourself They whispers, their voices cracked and broken begging the poor girl. "You'll only end up here."
She laughs "no, look, look I can see the sun out. I'm okay I can comfort the dead a little longer. You, you, come to my arms too I'll give you a hug" She smiles picking up the broken hands. "Don't worry I am here."

Others tore at her skin, and she began screaming, screaming inside the cold eating at her light. She held the broken soul in her arms as the cold took over her soul. She sobs into empty darkness.

The sun started to run away, but she became too tired to chase it, the cold freezing in her heart over her skin. She buries her head into the ground "I can't... " she looks at the undead who stumbles over to her staring down like ravens at dying prey.
'Its okay, I know its hard to help people I feel your pain " they smiles petting her
She curls herself up, her sob finally releasing from her.
She curls her hands over her eyes and ears
She didn't want to look at the broken souls anymore. She couldn't hug them anymore she was so cold, so done.
The sun was gone, and she was left on the floor, eaten alive by her own kindness

*jazz hands* there you go; take it as you want it