Her voice was once angelic like the skies,
Now just a droned out mess of sobs and cries.
Her hair is wild like a zombie attack.
Everyday she lies motionless, not able to fight back.
Her eyes seem to be trying to scream out a sound,
That soul of hers wanders just wishing to be found.
The rain's like her tears while they hit your cheek,
As they call out mean names like loser and freak.
Her smiles like the sunshine across the unending sea.
Her fingers type out all she wishes to be.
Now before you can blink or take a small breath,
I bet she'll be digging her grave as she's minutes from death.
Atomic Exotic Community Member 
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