Regretful Mistakes

There once was a girl,
By beauty, entrapped,
But the burden of her sadness,
Had overlapped,
The happiness inside,
From too many tears cried,
That the barrier of anguish,
Began to take toll,
And her beauty inside,
Began to grow old,
The misery instake,
By the deceived,
She would cry,
That no one. . .
With open arms,
Would accompany her side,
Nothing but razors,
All she held dear,
Nothing was left,
But her undying fear,
To cut out her memories,
By all who had betrayed,
Causing eternal gashes,
By razorblades,
But inside,
Her beauty bloomed
Like a rose,
For whom she adored,
Which no one acknowledged,
But only ignored,
And to this day,
She lies helplessly,
Upon the floor,
Begging and pleading,
She can't take it anymore,
The hope,
The last strand,
Had to finally break,
And now. . .
All that remains,
Are her regretful mistakes..