She is not the girl she used to be,
when her smile shows no more glee.
Her lip becomes white,
within her is darkness with no glimpse of light.
Her eye is as red,
as those roses with thorns that bled.
Her face is horrible and pale,
and she could only sleep by hearing the nightingales.
Her tears has built an ocean,
and she didn't mind of being drown.
She stood there, looking at the mirror,
and realized that it is the pieces of her heart
that were scattered on the white floor.
- MESSerable
