Tattered wings,
now all that remains,
cradled her body,
in her own personal chains.
Trapped and tormented,
her sharp thoughts inside,
remind her she's nothing,
self hate intensified.
Where once she saw beauty,
only blackness remaind,
in the dead of the night,
shadows called her by name.
Whispers surround her,
they beckon from darkness,
she longs to go with them,
but she must remain cautious.
She knows who they are,
and just what they want.
She fought hard to escape them,
she knew they would taunt.
She had washed her hands clean,
and turned her back on them.
She had never wanted,
to see them again.
With one small misstep,
she will be tumbling down,
no one to catch her,
before she hits the ground.
Laying broken and bloody,
and all out of hope,
she wishes for death,
and reaches out for the rope.
Her demons have claimed her,
they have taken her whole.
She tried and she failed,
Crystal Meth stole her soul.