i used to know this girl
quite well in fact
she strove for prefection
everyone thought that that smile told it all
... if they only knew

some days were good
close to perfect
the next
it was hell all over again
she didnt know who to trust
felt there was no one close

paranoid about "whispers" behind her back
thought no one cared
allowed herself to be in a pit of misery
looked for bad even in the best
secluded herself; locked people out
decided not to care

trusted... no one
hurt... everyday
joy... a memory
heart... shattered
hated... waking up
mind, body, soul... lost