Bad decisions..
She laughs in the face of the devil,
And dances on child graves,
She hasn't a care in the world,
So she chooses to waste it away,
Her self-esteem is a lack by itself,
So when she looks in the mirror,
She just frowns at herself,
It seems as if there is nothing,
to bring her smile back,
She lost it years ago while being,
Defiled,
She led herself down the path she is going,
And at this rate she is just,
Going and going,
Nothing you could say could possibly stop her, not even an attempt to be sober,
She loses herself in an attempt to be happy,
But it seems to make things worse,
She is always alone and usually contemplates why,
But she doesn't care at this time,
All she can think about is having that “high”,
She wishes she could find what she needs,
But at this point she feels,
It’s crushing her dreams.
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