Bitter-sweet plums

She was once a live and bubbly girl.Her humour brightened up the room .She was ambitient, a dream chaser.No words could put her down because she knew,down wasn't where she belonged.She rised and ruled,she conquered.A phoenix, that's what they called her.

But one day,the light in her eyes faded away,her smile no longer reached her eyes.Her face looked cold and dead.She looked like a plastic doll,eyes in a daze , distant.She spent most of her time smoking and drinking,it became her new normal.