Her

Her eyes,
Shined with the brightest of lights.
Her hair, 
Long and glossy, swayed in the night air.

Her eyes,
Were now void of any emotion.
Her hair,
Was now short and lifeless.

She slowly became depressed.
Once a happy soul,
She slowly became bitter and cold.
Heartache was a challenge.

Her heart, 
Once made of gold,
Was now a shattered mess
Of what if's and why me's.

Broken inside,
Only to look perfectly fine on the outside.
Sour thoughts, mixed with sweet words. 
And whispered lies.

Longing for another's warm touch,
Waiting to be dragged out of the hell.
She called her life.
Withering away.

Letting the demons have their way
Longing for the darkness to consume her.
That's what she is.
That's what makes up her.