Born To Die
As soon as she was born,
Her fate was laid in stone.
It was determined to be used for one purpose,
To end.
As soon as life was given,
It was taken.
Her eyes remained open,
Her heart continued to beat,
But for only one purpose.
To die.
She was born to die,
Life was given only to be ripped away,
Leaving behind a body and mind,
But no fate except to die.
She was left alone,
No one to love,
No one to hold,
Because her life meant nothing if she was destined to die.
And because she wasn't loved,
She loved no one in return.
Everyone dreamed of the day,
When the girl would just fade away,
Into the gloom,
To stop haunting their lives.
She had become a ghost before she died,
A bony sickly body,
Housing what would be a powerful spirit,
If only she had a different destiny,
Not to die but to be strong.
She wished to be free,
Like the birds she so loved,
But she was trapped,
Trapped in her own body,
Trapped in her fate.
It was as if her heart had already departed,
Already left,
Leaving the girl behind in the dust,
Left behind to die.
Her silk robes hung off her shoulders,
Her body not healthy enough to even sustain her clothing.
How could it possibly then,
Sustain her?
And then that day came,
The fates snapped the thread of life,
The thread that had become a chain to the girl,
And her destiny was fulfilled.
She was born to die,
But she would've died to be truly born.