Bloody Mary

She’s breaking,
And she cannot be fixed.
She’s missing,
However, she won’t be missed.
She still shakes
Because of her fears.
She’s crying over
The wasted tears.
She says, "I know,
I've too many scars."
In her short life
She’s been very far.
She says, “I know,
I wish I could be thin.”
She fights another battle
And sometimes, doesn’t win.
She feels so flawed
She doesn’t know where to start,
From her messed up hair
To her messed up heart.

Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Wishes her body didn’t look scary,
She’s holding more than she can carry,
Was told that blood isn’t sanitary.

She doesn’t see a point
To continue the fight.
When her restless days
Turn to restless nights.
Life isn’t always fair.
If anyone, she can tell.
You avoid going near
And it hurts like hell.
She questions every day,
What could be her cause?
Why was she put here on earth
With so many flaws?
Was she part of a plan
Or a soul just made to die?
She wanted to impact the world,
Or at least somebody’s life.
But now she's left with no one
And nothing left to gain,
And all she truly wants
Is to secretly end her pain.

Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary;
She is quite a visionary,
The world is her adversary,
The tale of her life is cautionary.

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