A Beautiful Girl With A Beautiful Smile

A beautiful girl,

With a beautiful smile,

Looking in a mirror,

Only to see her flaws.

She claws into her own flesh;

Hoping,

Trying,

Doing her best to change the beauty she doesn’t see in herself.

She doesn’t seem to notice;

She’s hurting them by not believing, Not seeing,

Only tearing apart.

Her skin is a battle zone;

A war between her beauty and her demons.

So torn up,

Beaten,

Bruised,

Shattered,

She continues to fight for the wrong side:

Believing her demons speak the truth.

Tears drown her soul,

She gasps for air, but she’s just too deep,

Lost in the depths.

It hurts to carry out what they tell her she must,

Her demons leave her to drown as they watch her struggle,

Together with her thoughts, they build up walls in her mind,

Blocking her from seeing clearly,

But forcing her to listen only to them.

This beautiful girl,

Now a dull shadow,

A whisper in the wind;

She’s lost her true self.

Tearing at her unseen beauty,

She knows it cannot be right,

But she cannot stop.

The scratches and scars now placed upon her soft, delicate skin,

She doesn’t know another way.

The whispers of her demons grow stronger as she grows weaker;

They’re consuming her very life,

And they celebrate in her down fall.

The beautiful smile she wears,

Now hidden away,

For fear of what they might say.

Staring into a mirror,

Blood trickling down her face,

Tears slowly falling from her precious eyes.

Beautiful things die too, you know?

Just look at her now;

Fading away,

Losing her colours.

They ask her to stay,

To see the true beauty she carries.

But how could she?

Her demons won’t allow her to.

Beautiful things may die,

But beauty itself, shall never fade.

She continues to be the beautiful girl,

With a beautiful smile,

Just a little battered and bruised,

But the beauty never dies.