∞poetry∞

.:girl:.

Eighteen is the age she so halfheartedly bears.

The bags under her once bright eyes stung daily by tears.

She walks down the damned street, her clothes torn, her shoes worn.

Oh, what has she ever done to deserve this?

Daily silent but judging stares from strangers.

As she walks into all of the night's worst dangers.

Told all her life it would all turn out right.

Only to realize one day that life was just one long fight.

No smiles, no love for the poor, torn girl.

The girl who just couldn't make it in this world.