First Comes Love, Then Comes...

She blankly stares with her empty eyes.
She grips tightly to what is left of her broken life.
The only things left are the hurt feelings,
And her stomach feeling as if she's jumped off a ten story building.
The hot air still seems to hit her with nothing but cold air.
Figures...because nothing in her world seems to be fair.
She looks up at the stars, the clouds, and the skies,
Wishing to be one or the other, for she herself has already died.
Her heart shattered, spirit is lonely, and body is bruised.
Her mind is scarred, she's ashamed of her life. Her life's that been screwed.
Self injuries, Alcohol and drug abuse...
Free her wounded soul while nobody else has a clue.
Dark shadows surround her, she searches for the light.
She searches for love and all the things that are right.
Find her. Help her. Destroy her curse.
Know her. Guide her. Before it gets worse.

.................................Or just love her first.