Turned to the Dark

Six months.
A year.
Time flew while she grew and grew.

Her heart still empty,
her eyes still watery and red.
Which still fall upon the bed.

Somethings changed,
her arm has scars.
Lines across her pale white arm.

Her mind turned dark,
a voice replaced,
logic and reason seemed to have been misplaced.

She hides the blade,
hides her arm,
she hides herself,
deep within,

A jail sentence,
a beaten heart,
a happy girl,
turned to the dark.