I look at you your so well made, admired by all eyes, you walk in pride with oh such grace, your beauty tells no lies.
your voice so smooth emotionless, to hear you talk is nice, you appear glide quietly, like wings of butterflies.

The smile so innocent demure, so many do admire, you’re manners and how you look, by everyone desired. No one knows i think i do, your poor soul is tired, your will to live seems all well, but it’s  long since been retired.
The hell you lived it’s still in there, but you try to hideThe innocence that once was you, torn savagely wide. the happiness that you recall, appears forever died, yet you try you don’t give, but you’re so broken deep inside!!