Death Of A True Life

She's been scarred from the inside out. 

her heart nothing more than tissue for the users

Scratches on her skin.

dripping to dye his body with anger.

Lying to the closet to mark the paper to others

Losing herself in the smallest breeze.

Running across the jagged edges.

Pushing out her one glance smile he aspired for.

Yelling in dreams to get back. 

Drop the blade. 

Drop the bottle. 

Wanting the tiniest help just to survive. 

She's attention seeking they said.

W***e, Tramp, S**t.

The girls top things she was told. 

Her only true thought,

A better tomorrow.