you see her on the street and you smile
the kind of girl that leaves you wanting more
the kind that makes your heart hurt
the kind that can shake you to your core.
you wonder what her life must be
with perfect hair, face, and shape
she could have anything she wants
yet all she got was ****.
she was so beautiful, they say
back when she was young
so much potential and promise
yet from a rope she hung.
they don’t stop long enough to see
the truth behind it all
call it a shame and move on
blame it on drugs or alcohol.
people are choosing to be blind
ignoring, as it only gets worse
nobody seems to care, until
it’s their daughter in the hearse.