Farwell to Fantasy

Remember the sweet little girl in the sparkling pink dress?
Dreaming of sugar-plums and being a royal princess.
Crying a bucket of tears when she scraped her knee,
but then becoming hyper and happy with a colored candy.

Where is that girl now, what has she become?
See how she pops a handful of pills and then some.
New types of candies are used to fill her mind with glee,
they come in all colors shapes and sizes, known as ecstasy.

A hazy is almost always over her once deep blue eyes,
because she choose to live dressed up in alcohol's lies.
Her royal kingdom's future and jeweled crown are all slain,
exchanged for the head pounding of a hangovers pain.

The sugar-plum fairies have all died and drifted away,
Because her imagination remains in mental decay.
She's too drugged up to know life's simply drifting by.
She could have had a change if she was willing to try.

Now her prince charming touches her in an immoral way,
beating her body down when she doesn't want to play.
She can't tell anyone of her constant painful shame,
because that is one of the rules of her prince's little game.

Dark depression and despair claw relentlessly into her mind.
Poring away her soul into the mold they have designed.
So dumb and deaf and blind she is unable to voice her plea,
to wake from the nightmare that has transformed reality.

Recently a friend of mine tried to commit suicide by taking this kind of drugs and then just a few days ago another friend of mine OD on that same drug to get high. She promised that she wouldn't get addicted and now she is into sniffing permanent markers as well. Drugs are powerful chains that will bind you if you get too close so don't go there.

-Tainted Mikochan