The One Left Lifeless

Laces and ruffles
Sweet chocolate truffles
Vermilion coated lips
Gentle soft fingertips
Pinks of every sort
Long story put short
You were simply mistaken.
Tis only the mere cost of childhood that was forsaken.

Curls twirling in every direction
Only one of two showing affection
Consciousness slowly comes forth.
I am gothic Lolita; henceforth.

A girl once so gleeful and blissful,
Became the child that never again smiled.
A girl now lost in memories,
Confused others with thoughts of anxieties.
With shyness, she just nodded and blushed.
The awfulness kept hidden and hushed
My world is now achromatic;
Poor me, how traumatic.

Sympathy is useless for one left lifeless.
It is always the kindest, who end up the blindest.
For what do I exist; at the poles of the midst?
Show me how to get my color back, and wean myself off of the addicting black.