This has not been a good life,
All these pills to ease pain;
A blade that drove home from the knife,
The reason failed.
She woke up the same,
Felt the air,
Sucked in bitter shame.
Rose to hide the scar.
Met her a day away,
She was broken and dazed.
Falling from way,
The pills had taken prisoner.
The sun rose on an elegant face,
It hid her scar,
Even the sun could not erase,
The maltreatment of her mind.
The stars cried every time,
The moon revealed her darkest self.
The destruction of her mind
Sing one million times.
Pray for the girl with the blade,
Deep down inside,
Break the heart that caved,
Fragrance released Sweet Angel.
Slowly got to know,
What she did, what she’d done,
What she would fail to show.
Was that I knew.
What the pills erase,
The joy from her heart,
The happiness on her face;
Before it hit home.
A shattered dream,
No flowers, the angels did sweetly sing.
Lifted her,
To the stars she rests
The scar vanished,
In the littlest of nests, they look upon her.
Blessed Being,
Rose to the heavens;
On a Seraph’s wing,
Did they pray.

 
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