Gone

She was warmer than the sun

Her kindness showed no bounds

Spilling out like an overfilled cup

Blond locks that blew in the wind as she sang to herself 

Dimples deep like craters with every giggle

Velvety like a new blanket

Fresh like a cleaned car

She never needed a reason to be happy

Then what happened

Everything blackened

The days faded slower

The trauma caught up to her

Her kindness began to bound as she barely had enough for herself

Instead of happiness spilling out, blood came from the blade she wielded on herself

Her locks grew brunette with age

Her dimples stopped appearing along with her smiles

She turned used and matted

Like a scrappy toy kept in the attic

She never felt genuine content without rhyme or reason

The thoughts that she is caught in like a fly in a spiders web

Making promises that she doesnt know she can keep

About her sanity

Her well being

Each day is a treacherous journey

Where not even sleep can soothe

Because the sun that she used to shine like comes the next day

Again she has to accept that she's not okay

Her and that girl

They are nothing alike 

At least not anymore

Her younger self gone like the love of her mother and father

Washed away like the sand on the sea shore