Stands in the darkness and puts on her face
prays it will get her through all of the day
Pretends it wont matter, that she doesn't care
Allows a small smirk as she fixes her hair.
Her faith is in sorrow, her thoughts in cold gloom
her gaunt, pale face belongs deep in a tomb
she cant hold your gaze, cant look at you straight
Her mind has just drifted, too far out of place
She opens the door, lets cold air burn her skin
And stepping outside, lets the night demons in,
Surrounding her chest, till she sucks in huge gasps
Of the stale street air - shes alone at long last
Crouching at the kerbside, whispers her goodbyes,
she's never been good enough in their cruel eyes,
Pencil thin cigarette hanging slack from her jaw,
Blows smoke at the blackness and murmurs "no more"
So long she has drifted, away from the eyes,
of the long hurtful stares, of each passer by
But now in the streetlight, alone with her fears
She smiles - and her face gleams with beautiful tears
next morning they'll find her, so still and alone
and feel for a pulse though her souls cold as stone
They'll question her motive for taking her life
Not once to consider her harrowing strife
So the case will be closed and her life thrown away
Another nobody who's strengh seemed to fray,
And no one shall know where her fragile form sleeps
One more un-named victim of failure's retreat.
