AJW

She was beautiful;

with dark hair,

light skin,

and a laugh

that could touch your soul.

She radiated the room with warmth,

and would hold you

when you needed someone

to keep you from falling apart.

She was cold inside,

sad,

empty;

You could see it if you tried–nobody did.

She was falling apart,

nobody held her.

Nobody took the syringe

filled with the honey coloured substance

from her shaking hands.

She filled her empty veins 

and took her last breath.

Someone so

fucking

beautiful–

dead.

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