Her hair is like sunshine gold

Her lips are redder then the rose

She walks with grace

Wherever she goes

 

But there's something

Hiding behind her eyes

Pain and suffering

Hides beneath her smile

 

How she feels inside

She can not describe

And yet with each cut

It quickly subsides

 

The blood flows freely

She covered the cut

Hiding it beneath her clothes

She's stuck in a rut

 

Of self mutilation

Self destruction

Despite everything she feels

No one pays attention

 

She stops eating

Feeding her mind instead

A cocktail of knowledge and drugs

From every book she's ever read

 

From beneath her jeans

Her panties are seen

Riding low on her hips

Every man’s dream

 

You know you want her

Her pouted lips succulent red

Her eyes hold a hint of coldness

As she lays on the bed

 

No morals or values

All she was is gone

As she lies there

Waiting for you to be done

 

She cries herself to sleep

Because no one cares

If she wastes away to nothing

Or falls into a pit of despair

 

She stares at her reflection

Looking into her eyes

What has she become?

Is it truth or is it lies?