She was never lucky in life;
her broken heart proof of it.
I watched her break time and time again.

Saw her hate directed at herself;
the only victim around.
My weak arms the only comfort she'd ever get.

Watched her try to drink the pain away drink after drink.
But the only product was her inner demons screaming;
unleashed by the alcohol running through her veins.

The drive her to the brink of madness as she falls into their traps.
She walks around like a zombie;
a fake smile plastered to her face.

If she could just see all the love we have for her,
but she only sees false faults and unworthiness within.
That's the way the world beats down the unfortunate.

Slowly killing their chance for love and happiness;
laughing at the struggle to just get through the day.
They shatter into a million pieces strewn across the ground.

We watch our loved ones as they fall to their knees just wishing we were enough to help.
But no one wins in this game called life;
least of all those poor, lifeless souls.