I knew a girl who had her head held high up to the world
She lost herself to her insecurities and bid goodbye to her self-esteem.
Promises made, expectations raised as twisted as her curly braid
And then they lived in denial of all that they vowed upon
Denial, a curse in her eyes kept her awake till dawn.
“Together, forever.” Words of the ones who said they’ll never leave
Hypocrites left her with wearied eyes, some tissues and her sleeve.
Beliefs and trust led her to apathy. The prize she won were her tears of grief.
She was called ‘young lady in agony.’ Her face now seemed like an autumn’s dry leaf.
She lost hope. Her hopeless eyes were as gloomy as an oil lamp
Drenched in her own fears, her clothes were now a little damp
She got addicted. Not drugs, not alcohol but a book
Carried it around, sniffed it. Did not care about the glances and the looks
The look that she wore was of a helpless soul
Who tried to cover it all up with dark kohl
A man of wit, fashionably dressed
Who praised her perfect imperfections
To him, she confessed
Later, she could not handle the rejection
She now never believed everything will be alright
Those days were long gone when
The shining light could be seen in her eyes
And she thought the shivering nights had died.
When her heart was melting and her eyes were brightening
Depression could be felt in her reflection
She could do nothing but cry
And empty thoughts slowly killed her
No one could ever explain why