Once

Once a girl with dreams,

Now a victim of society

What she could've been,

Now jaded in memories

Her clean, innocent face

Smeared with lipstick waste

Eyes dark and black,

Leave red mascara tracks

Unfamiliar faces assess her every move,

She’s lost it all, got nothing else to lose

Her purple, self-induced bruises,

Left by countless abuses

That same frail body of a girl

Now lays limp on the floor with pills

She was once a dreamer

But society left its mark

Has the night become increasingly bitter

Or have the days turned more dark?