My Gothic Ending

I was the 6year old who played with girly toys,
I was the 6year old girl who said "eew"to boys,
I was the 6year oldwho was all about fairness,
And I was the 6year old who played princess in destress,
But the times have changed,
I turned into a suicidal girl,
A world full of glitter and dust,
Now replaced with vodka and lust,

Eight years later,
I fell in love with a skater,
The kinda guy who held me up high,
The kinda person who never made me cry,
From the little girl dressed up in pink,
To the teenage punk who gets sad and drinks,

The innocence and purity has disappeared,
Now full of her empy tears,
A world full of crime,
Prostitution ownes bv a single dime,
The person who use to be daddys special little girl,
Now transformed into a wacko with a twist,
The type of girl that started to cut her wrists,
She dreamed of meeting Prince Charming One day,
To Kiss Him and say,
They lived happily ever after,

But do you want the happy ending or the real one?
The fact is my ending was never done,
People I loved died,
Throughout the years all i've heard were lies,
Lies full of no compassion or faith,
Just words filled with jealousy and hate,

That is how the real story ends,
A life full of backstabbing friends,
To put on a smile,
And fool people for a while,
Fears welled up inside,
I take it all in with stride,
But I live through it everyday,
Just to pretend like everythings okay,
But as people say,
It's "Gods Sending"
So I guess...
...This is my Gothic Ending