Moving forward

Silently walking this path
an empty shell
that has forgotten how to laugh

the perfect figure
yet the most pitiful sight
shoulders hunched, deadly white

morning dew slides down her cheeks
her hair in her face
rosey lips no longer sweet

she is cut and bruised
ragged clothes upon her back
one eye blue, one black

could this breath be her last?
will she meet with death?
will all the lies be her past?

lost in a forest
surrounded by all these trees
her home she will leave

looks forward to a future
one thats less bleaker?
what other choice does she have?