A poor girl and a curse

From ponytails to cigarettes
From dolls to *******
From teddy bears to teenage ***
From sweetness to insane

At age sixteen
her body worn out
She couldn’t see the damage
The years of what she
thought was fun
A living hell so savage

“Too many men”
Bellowed the nurse
“Too many drugs”
A poor girl and a curse
Too much pain
Upon her soul
Forever young
Never to grow old

So it’s been just one day since the death of Dolores.
Bitter sweet memories
I didn’t post anything at the time
Because I couldn’t
I was broken
The cranberries where the reason I sang (badly) and the reason I took up the drums (also badly)
I never sang into my hairbrush more with any other band, than I did with them.
I’m not big on mourning celebrities, I think it’s a bit weird but she wasn’t a celebrity, she was my hero and my childhood, my teenage years and my forever dreams.
I’ll never forget those mixed up, ****** up teenage years...

Freedom
Love
Experimentation
Pushing boundaries
Losing myself, my body and my mind
Good night my sweet Dolores
I understand ❤️

You tore out my pride
when you returned to her
When you left me
You ***** my sanity
You rendered my soul blind
When you crushed it to pulp
You left me void of vanity

You tortured me sick
with your pity lies
When blind hope
you sent to my soul
When you rid yourself of my sorrow
You disgraced the pretty heart you stole

I took your mean tortured ways
and applied them to my own
My skin fell cell by cell
My soul without a home

Then the pieces found their way back to whole
A new mountain now to soar
A new life began within that struggle
No more heartache I would endure