And She was, the Perfect Girl

And she was the perfect girl
the perfect hair
the perfect blue eyes
but her soul was evil
a demon in disguise.

And she was the girl
with the cute pink nails
but her heart was a defect
missing important details.

And she was the girl
with the slim
perfect body
the girl,
the everything, the key.

The perfect smile that use to hide
all of her pain
eyes so beautiful
hiding the stains.

So much perfection
so much thought
put into one girl
endless beauty
with the blood unfurl.

And at every angle
your outlook
upon her pale face
was still the same
nothing imperfect
a dazzling flame.

She sensed that her lonliness
was phycotic unreal
but this new kind of feeling
was all she seemed to feel.

And she was the perfect girl
who embodied the knife
killing herself, taking her life.

And she was the perfect girl
her cuts hidden
for no one to see
but how can her cuts
make a lonely girl free?

And she was the perfect girl
who couldn't survive
the perfect girl, whos
no longer alive.