A broken beauty, with a broken heart.
Whose life did end before its start.
Getting up every day, only to sleep.
Someone else every day, cutting her deep.
Waiting for the next one,
Pinning up her clothes and make.
Happy like a cartoon,
Smiling but fake.
Who’ll it be now, numb with dread.
One more time, dying on the bed.
Stuck between walls of shame and hate.
Searching for sunshine, but the hour is late.
No one ever opened her closed door.
None undressed the smile she wore.