Slid her red-painted toes
Into each stocking they did go
Higher, she raised, they rose
Gingerly she covered her scars, so

Her beauty to have been so thin
The blade always made her sin
Red tears for her soul would cry
Never to wish the end nor die

Darkness, a voyage she traveled alone
An abyss, she’d come to know as home
Strike a few and a couple more
She faded a little bit more; her soul tore

Stronger and lesser than; she came back again
She knows not how much she has lost
Protection of the abyss; she misses the most
She,now, to stay present & take a stand

Glazing her lips; one more time
Puckering up, to make sure the line
She’ll whisper she’s just “fine”
Sadly she’s always stuck on rewind