Lovely

Drunken memories,
Burn along with everything else.

Even the air she breaths,
The hurt is something she can't help.

All they say,
While they stare. is:
Isn't she lovely?

Turn away,
Don't look back.
Pretend that you've
Reached happiness.

And even though,
You fall asleep,
You can't control
Nightmaric dreams.

Singing their daughter,
Into slumber,
They can't help but always wonder. Always think, and always whisper:
Isn't she lovely?

Slowly turns the pages of time,
She found someone who she needed in life.
Then broke her heart so effortlessly,
Left alone thinking,
Why don't you love me?

Shes hears the thump,
The tremble of her heart,
She knows this will only be the start,
Of a terrible end, yet to come.
But still they think of how lovely she is.
So deaf, so blind, and so dumb