Her eyes watery and dark,
Tears cascading down her cheeks...

The glass mirror does not define who I am,
It only shows me a reflection...

Leaves crunch under her booted feet,
As snow begins to fall upon her tongue...

Staring out the window, no direct thoughts,
Just thinking of what used to be...

I'm spiraling downward into a deeper depression,
A darker hole that no one can get me out from...

Blood red tears,
Running down my wrists...

Just in about a few weeks,
You'll be going far away...

This girl has a beautiful face and figure,
Pretty smile, pretty eyes...

Silent tears wash down her angelic face;
This little girl dressed in a black gown...

She sits there;
Arms around herself...

I fling out of my bed,
My hair like a rats nest...

I am tired no one can see,
Who is the real me...