Life is a tragedy

She lives in the shadows,

With no-one on her side.

She has always been down there;

She carries the pain behind those eyes.

 

 

She sings of melancholy,

Whilst wearing a smile.

She dreams her life will change,

But she will always live in the fire.

 

 

Her future is tragic

And everyone but her knows;

She is surrounded by friends,

But she is all alone.

 

 

She drinks from a bottle,

To forget her thoughts.

She sings from her black soul

And who would have thought?

 

 

Now she is gone from us;

We always knew this day would come.

The drink and drugs were her bullets;

Her life and thoughts were her gun.

 

 

She speaks in riddles,

In lines we can hear.

Her voice has the echoes,

Of a thousand years.

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Ghost writer]

That's beautifully tragic, and I love your words