No End

there is no point

there is no pleasure

in the secrets that she hides

there is no love

no end, nor measure

to how she'll spend her life

there are no scars

there are no tears

they fade and leave no trace

you'd never guess

you'd only see

the mask called 'happy face'

the pain she pukes

she cuts, she drinks

even smokes a little weed

she thought in time

one of these

would end her misery

all they've done

is given up

a moment or a breath

that brought her

one step closer

to her impending death.