Smooth, silky hair tied in a high ponytail Clear lip gloss Fingernails painted pale pink The perfect girl next door Pastel cardigans and sweaters were her thing
Waking up with red, swollen, puffy eyes Staring at her reflection in the mirror for hours And reappearing fresh cuts on her wrist Yet no one knew the blackness growing darker in her
What's done is done No way to go back in time A little attention would've been sufficient to stop it But to be fair She got it in the end As her body laid on the ground With blood gushing out of her hand