empty girl

Her voice was an echoing fade that plead for a friend,
Her laugh was a haunting hollow tune that chiled them in the end.
Her body quivers when her giggles vibrate within,
Her eyes accepted her fate, her mistakes, and all sin.
Her tears were dewdrops that heaven would bless,
The splotchy clouds of mascara became a pitiful mess.
Her hands cupped mouth to choke back the sharp sobs,
Her once happy soul was something society robs.
They destroyed her, calling her a slut, a bitch, a total whore.
And when her friends looked at her in the pictures they didn’t know her anymore.