ANGELS AND EMOS

As I watched her standing upon the desolate street,
I embraced her pain as if they were my own.
A heavy burden bestowed upon a fragile heart.
Though many surrounded her,
She was alone from the very start.

Her temptations only led to tears,
When she tried to fight her broken fears.
Laughter was but a distant memory.
Fading shades of a once colorful life,
Now drenched in misery.

In shattered mirrors,
She sees but a hollow shell.
She fails to fake a smile,
In this place she refers to as frozen hell.

The air she breathes smells like thick smoke.
Blessed with a curse, she has lost all possibilities of ever finding hope.

Crawling in the dark, she had once searched for answers,
All she found was self inflicted cuts on her wrist courtesy - sharp razors.