Mind Heart Soul

Epitome of Death

she walks with a smirk on her face
no one knows she'll be gone without a trace
red marks on her skin
where a rubber band had been
no one seems to notice
she's simply out of focus
her dark chocolate eyes
have lost the light that was once inside
she no longer walks with a bounce in her step
if you look close enough, you can see she has wept
over the purpose she never found
so she'll leave without a sound
people brush by without truly seeing
that she has lost all of her being
she no longer laughs or tells her usual jokes
she keeps hidden behind a dark cloud of smoke
her raven black hair, covers her worn out face
it shields her like a veil made of lace
she has a secret that she must not tell
she is planning to kill herself