A tragedy

Mooni had a heart,

She really did,

But listening to those kids

Made her hate herself,

And everything else,

Until consumed with rage

She began to abuse herself,

Cigarette burns mixed with beauty spots,

Wine stains down her brand new top,

A knife coated in her crimson blood,

The cuts on her arm a sick sense of love,

Danny sold his soul,

Just for a taste,

Getting high meant that

There was less that he had to face,

But purple haze only lasts for a while,

And now all that’s left

Is a long faded smile.

He wakes up everyday and is sick,