The lost girl

A fragile rose, with petals torn,
Her delicate form, forever sworn.
Scars adorn her skin like lace,
Each one a story, she cannot erase.

Eyes haunted by memories, she cannot shed,
Ghosts of a childhood, she wishes were dead.
Mental scars, a burden to bear,
A life consumed by darkness and fear.

Alone in this world, with no guiding hand,
Loneliness her only constant companion.
No true friends or family to call her own,
Just echoes of pain, she has forever known.

A lost girl, adrift in a sea of despair,
Scared of each wave, scared of every care.
Life itself a daunting, treacherous road,
With demons and monsters, that plague her abode.

Yet beneath the thorns, a blossom still grows,
A resilient spirit, that ebbs and flows.
For even the darkest of nights must wane,
And somewhere a dawn will break through the pain.

Though the path seems long and the battle's not over,
This lost girl will find she's a powerful sover.
With courage and strength, she'll conquer her fears,
And emerge from the shadows that she's dwelled in for years.