Beautiful, beautiful teardrops
Grace her eyes like rain
Pills to erase her memories
And razors to ease her pain

Protruding ribbon scars
On her torched and innocent wrists
The cuts infected with the remebrance
Of her short lived wondrous bliss

His name carved into a heart
Decorated with his face
A beautiful reminder
Etched eternally with a blade

Thoughts of death and past times
And memories of who she was
The wanting of her past life
Washed away and forgotten in her blood

A little girl so lost and hurt
Sitting in her own little place
With scars and tears to last a lifetime
In hope of better days
 
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