I Want To Write Poetry From The Soul

She comes up for air but will it be the last, she dances with her demons and drowns in her past
Deep in the chaos of the back of her mind, she trades the twinkle for any pill she can find
She wakes each morning with brand new air, and ends each day with w a lifeless stare
Beauty in her smile she wears so well, emptiness in disguise she thinks they can't tell
When will it end, will she breathe all alone, take her off life support will she stand on her own...