Her face is a blank canvas
With blue eyeshadow false lashes and pink lips she paints
With each stroke she sees no beauty
With each stroke she weeps
With each stroke she hides the welts of her pain
Tattoos have covered wounds
Painful memories have becom peircings
Anger and rebellion hides her hurt
But all they see is a raging ball of fury
Some look on in pity
Some look on in shame
While others look down with disgust and disdain
Everyone judges her surface
No one sees the turmoil lurking underneath
They chastise her mistakes
Nobody knows, not even herself
Her wild ways are a cry for help
Smoke fills her lungs
Alcohol weakens her senses
An euphoric high
Temporarily calms her inner beast
But when she comes off her cloud
The pain and hurt taunts her
The hole in her heart that she never seemed to fill widens
She stares at her reflection
Tears falling, soul withering
Years of tourment
Years of being casted away
Years of relationships that dont live past the night
Memories dance in her head
Staring at her reflection
She needs everlasting peace
And with a bottle of Jack, a hondful of pills
She loses her will
And the last words to grace her dying lips
"I hope this kills"