She looks in the mirror

She looks in the mirror and sees her life,
She thinks its all great, she doesn’t need to change her mind.
She has on a dress, a bow and a grin,
She is happy about her life, she is now 7.
She looks in the mirror and sees her face,
She thinks she’s alright and she puts makeup on and fakes.
She adds mascara to her eyes, lipstick to her lips and then lets down her hair to drift.
She is now ten and of the midst.
She looks in the mirror and sees her true face,
She thinks she’s not worth it and puts on a mask to help fake.
She wipes off her tears, she wipes off her face,
She is now 15 and she is continuing to starve away
She looks in the mirror and sees her life scars,
She thinks she’s unworthy, she thinks she went too far.
She puts down the blade, washes her hands and wounds and hopes that one day she won’t be able to move.
She is 16 and she thinks she’s going to lose.
She looks in the mirror and sees she is broken,
She thinks she is withering she thinks tonight she will make her spot open.
She grabs some rope, she grabs a chair, she grabs her heart, she grabs her snare.
She is 17 and her life is now in a flare.
She doesn’t look in the mirror,
She doesn’t think anymore.
She was straggled by her rope, she was straggled by her mourns,
She was 17 and she threw her life into the dead dorms.

She couldn’t take it anymore, she couldn’t take this hurt.
She couldn’t make it for one more, she couldn’t remake her birth.
She was finished losing, she was done with this.
She is lost for good, she is in an abyss.