Nicole.

She used to be a tormented soul,
A tortured thing named Nicole.
Some could tell by her appearance,
Others only with her clearance.
Her heart was then mutilated,
Torn was not how it was created.

Now she's a hopeful soul,
A halfway-healed thing named Nicole.
All can see her joy by her appearance,
No need for bars or for clearance.
Now her heart's partially mutilated,
Still not exactly as it was created.

Before she was lonely and sad,
All torn up inside and mad.
Her heart barely beating,
Trying to live while hardly breathing.
She was dying on the inside,
And she really didn't care if she died.

Now she's hardly ever sad,
Nor is she ripped and mad.
Her heart now steadily beating,
Sometimes getting help to keep breathing.
Now she's healing on the inside,
And she could never be happy if she died.

Her life used to be a waste,
Now she's sure it can never be replaced.
She never used to want to live,
Now she gives all she can give.
She used to be a tormented soul,
A tortured thing named Nicole.