Journal

In the darkest moment of her life
The needle pierced her arm for the first time
She didn't want to read the deal she signed
She vanished into the abyss by design

Self retrain was a virtue
Found only in her deepest dreams
Its practice was made difficult
By the strains of poverty
The world tore at her heels
Until it brought her to her knees
She felt as though she were alone
Adrift a toxic sea

She wore sarcasm as a personal shield
To deflect combatants on the dating field
Men warmed her bed. Their egos must've been fed
She obliged them so long as they were there
It was difficult to change her point of view those days
Her mistakes were stained upon her mirror
A self-proclaimed escape was a mere expansion
To the metaphysical cage she could not abandon

In the darkest moment of her life
The needle pierced her arm for the first time
She didn't want to read the deal she signed
She vanished into the abyss by design

The girl she was got left behind
To get her back she'd pay any price
She touched her hand to the wall every night
She swam towards shore, but couldn't resist the tide
Her self-worth came from others eyes
In her street-walking enterprise
Pessimism blossomed turning her feeble
So she found escape through a needle

Her life became a series of disasters
She envied her diaries previous chapters
She hit rock bottom, and that's where she lay
She's gone, but we'll never forget her face

In the darkest moment of her life
The needle pierced her arm for the first time
She didn't want to read the deal she signed
She vanished into the abyss by design