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