Trapped In The Margins

She was chasing a high to feel alive
Because all she felt was dead inside
There was no more left for her to give
There was no more blood for her to bleed.
She promised that there was no method to her insanity.
There were no meds, no drugs, no cures to fulfill her needs.
For the world fell at her feet.
Her beauty was unparalleled.
In a world of vapid beauty queens.
She was tough, a mystery that couldn’t be solved
Which were the lies that people told.
She was dying all along, while everyone could see.
Her ultimate downfall was distorted plea.
For help.
For love.
For life.