Lily.

she waits
painted emotions on her face
dress cinched at her waist
long black hair
she stares
into the mirror
wondering why it feels like no one is caring

as it starts to rain
her pain starts to show and there goes her glow
its her who's left last but deserves to be first
never the chosen one when younger
it took looks to get noticed
but her looks are mistaken
and innocence was taken by curiousity
life and curiosity a bitch see
both make you slip up and trip
and thats what we do over dick
forget hearts
its our minds and bodies
that are left broken
its ashame
of the fucking games that are played
its like this is that one where i get half way around the board and you come & bump me back
to what feels like a hundred steps away from the place you dreamed to be
you say
"sorry"
but your words mean shit to me
so simply dont waste your breath
for a change give lies a rest
speak the truth this time
See i thought that we left games back in the day
when we stopped jumping rope
when we started to lose hope that Santa Claus was real
when we pinky swore and we thought "M*A*S*H" could predict our futures
things have changed and games are no longer same
she chokes on her pains
she's played games but
this is nothing she's ever felt before
playing games is no longer fun
been around the board one too many times
left with her last life
what is she to do?