Tears streaked down porcelain skin,
Like glistening rivers,
Rivers from emerald mirrors reflecting the hopelessness carved in her arms,
Pink lips pursed in a diamond smile,
Rock hard and too bright to miss,
Shaking her head quickly from side to side,
“They just won’t stop,
They just won’t stop.
So I sit here,
I sit here.
I sit with a smile on my face,
I try to look happy about it.
That’s what life is about right?
Something that you can’t stop?
& Everyone sits in pain,
& Just tries to look happy about it.”
Her voice shaking with despair,
Nothing more then a living corpse.
She’ll die with a smile,
Painted across her face,
Due to a broken soul and heart.
Healthy at her start,
Thrown in a cage with the horrors of the world,
She never thought she had a chance.