She was broken
She was restless
Her insecurities were the charms of her necklace
Although it hurt, she managed to smile
Until one day the pain began to pile
She cried
She bled
More tears were shed
And more than anything she wished she was dead
She felt ugly
She felt used
Her heart couldn't take anymore of the abuse
She looked in the mirror as tears streamed down her face
The room began to shake and turn
She remembered all the lessons learned
As the storm finally cleared
She heard a whisper in her ear
Her conscious was her friend and foe
She was a fragile piece of art to hold
The sad thing is you'll never know
She has a damaged heart but a peaceful soul
