Her body was strong yet her soul was weak.

Her image seemed faded

Yet her hair was sleek.

Over time and miles she's traveled so far

But on her wrists and her legs remain her scars

These scars and burns of stories they say

"I trusted you and you've gone away

Away to a place I want to be,

But when I needed you most, you abandoned me."

She now lies still with hardly a breath

She searched for love, but she begged for death.