Once upon a time there was this girl.
She dreamed of different worlds.
She lost all her family when she was just a girl turning into a lady.
People didn't understand why she cried at night so they called her a baby.
She had problems in her life.
Though she was small she fought through with a smile.
Soon she found happiness when she began to paint.
Her work was so fascinating it made people faint.
Years later her work turned into nothing but a mess
She could no longer afford the high life and began to stress.
Finally, she gave up and stared at the canvas that was untouched.
Raising her slashed wrists she smeared on blood and cursed when she poured on to much.
The once wise woman died of blood lost.
She now drags herself around hell wishing she had known the cost.
