Oh what has happened

To the carefree young one

Who thought life was at her fingers?

What has become

Of the joyful woman

Who ate it with such vigour?

Life has happened

Is what she’ll say

If you were to ask her

Too many deaths

Too many days

And no happy ever after

But you’re so young still

So creative

And full of opportunities

You can write well

You can even draw

Realms outside of reality

Oh youthful one

What have you done

To yourself all these years

You are precious

And you should care

For yourself and dry your tears