The Shards of a Girl

A girl in the mist,
Broken song on the floor,
She's constantly staring,
Out the locked door.

Shattered shards lay about,
Pieces of torn memories,
Slowly cutting her apart,
Making everything an enemy.

Part of glass cut her deeply,
Her skin is scarred and red,
She's constantly look back,
To remember when she bled.

The memories haunt her,
They are meant to destroy,
Her song is forever broken,
No more time for joy.