Here I am
A fraction of what I used to be
A mirror image of a girl gone wild
Born from the fragments of a broken child
I had crafted this person
Rehearsed every lesson
But she is still broken
She wears the smile, She is still broken

She wraps herself in lace
Tormented by the illusion of a pretty face
And she bleeds, oh how she bleeds
She believes its the only constant she needs

I ache for her,
How everything that came before is a blur
How nothing she does can replace
The scars that are written in the beauty of her face

I have searched for her, screamed for her
She doesn't​ see she is more
More than this shell of a being
More than what she is seeing

I love her and I hate her

If only she could find the belief
that would lend her some relief
But upon the horizon is only fire
as the walls grow higher and higher
She was infactuated by the dark
But it died along with the beating of her heart.