She didn’t know what she wanted to be
Innocent or lovely or rebellious or free
She was surrounded failed love and lost hope
And life took its toll on the beautiful girl

Skin stretched tight across hollow bones
She could no longer be innocent
She was no longer lovely
She was too worn for rebellion
She was too tired to be free
And life took its toll on the beautiful girl

Crying became routine
Eating became less frequent
The girl drowned out her sorrows in her dreams
You were blessed to receive a smile
Sometimes you caught a glimpse of her old self
In a photograph or a video
The bubbly laugh
The sparkly eyes
But life had taken its toll on the beautiful girl

And she was beautiful no more.