She was Smart, vivacious, funny, bloody gorgeous.

The last person you'd expect to be unhappy.

She was there, she cared and she was real.

The independent girl with a very unique flow and attitude.

Mired in sadness
Devoid of hope
Broken and beaten down
Worn out, hollow and tiered;

Scars scattered across her skin
And tears going down her cheeks.

None heard her cry loud and clear, She was sensible and humane to let others know she was hurt and desperate for help.

She saw only dignity in her action to her pain;

Yet She is still alive.