"The Good Girl Is Gone"

Look at me now, who would have guessed.

Alone in the dark, feeling depressed.

No one to love her. No one who cares.

Staring back at the times when she thought she was happy.

Those days when she had no scars, when she was just sappy.

But in reality they're the ones that left all the scars.

The ones that leave angles and lines down her arm.

No one has to know what she thinks in her head.

Will I die today or just cry in bed.

So many choices.

So many voices.

They all say different things.

But none of them good.

Some of them bad.

Some of them worse.

Others are the ones that make her swear and curse.

Cracked mirrors are badluck.

My arm has proven.

No one listens to her cry for help.

Her willingness for answers.

She keeps to herself as she has many times before.

Hoping someone will care enough to stop her.

No one comes, so she carries on.

Face into water, last breath comes out. 

The good girl is gone.