In the darkest moment of her life
The needle pierced her arm for the first time.
She didn't want to read the deal she signed.
She vanished into the abyss by design.
Self retrain was a virtue
Found only in her deepest dreams.
Its practice was made difficult
By the strains of poverty.
The world tore at her heels
Until it brought her to her knees.
She felt as though she was alone
Adrift on a toxic sea.
She wore sarcasm as a personal shield
To deflect combatants on the dating field.
Men warmed her bed. Their egos must've been fed.
She obliged them so long as they were there.
It was difficult to change her point of view those days.
Her mistakes were stained upon her mirror.
C self-proclaimed escape was a mere expansion
To the metaphysical cage she could not abandon.
In the darkest moment of her life
The needle pierced her arm for the first time.
She didn't want to read the deal she signed.
She vanished into the abyss by design.
The girl she was got left behind.
To get her back she'd pay any price.
She touched her hand to the wall every night.
She swam towards shore, but couldn't resist the tide.
Her self-worth came from others eyes
In her street-walking enterprise.
Pessimism blossomed turning her feeble,
So she found escape through a needle.
Her life became a series of disasters.
She envied her diaries previous chapters.
She hit rock bottom, and that's where she lay.
She's gone, but we'll never forget her face.
In the darkest moment of her life
The needle pierced her arm for the first time.
She didn't want to read the deal she signed.
She vanished into the abyss by design.