Story of a Girl

She clutches the bottle close to her heart
Curled up by herself on a chair.
A silent tear slides down her face
As she contemplates the situation so unfair.

It wasn't supposed to be like this -
- this horrible tangle of lies.
It was supposed to be young and happy
Instead she sits here and cries.

"What's so wrong with me?" she thinks
as she begins to tear herself apart.
Beautiful soul, intelligent mind
not to mention the purest of hearts.

So then why was it so hard?  Why did they leave?
Her friends always called her a gem...
Yet time after time, they left her for another
She was never good enough for them.

So she gave up on love, gave up on life
and found something to dull her pain.
A bottle of Jack was her current fix
Sedating emotions otherwise untamed.

"I'm meant for this, doomed to nothing"
A knot formed in her stomach at the thought. 
She put the bottle to her lips, felt the burn in her throat...
The process seemed to repeat itself a lot.

Each night she would drink herself to sleep
In attempt to get rid of her fears. 
But nothing was fixed, and she became a wreck
Alone for the rest of her years.

Something can be taken from this
a lesson of love, of hope, and of life.
You can't achieve gain from accepting defeat
and from depending too much on your vice.

Sometimes the best things are worth waiting for
No matter how impossible they may seem.
And until you find them, just keep loving
And please, keep following your dream.