Megan

She has a laughing smile
Quirky blonde hair, back and tidy
The essence once a child
The evil inside biding

The black nails worn short
The ears plugged with Goth music
Depression seems fought
But still there, like a painful kick

Past dirty with horror
Bittered with anger
Blood red, reads her aura
Left alone with a willing danger

Music the release she craves
The cuts that heal no more
Megan sings upon her own grave
Engraved on the headstone, her name it bores

PLease comment on this poem, I would like to know what you all think and see if I need to improve.