By: Grant Mathews

A star-studded with nothing but dreams,
Walking the path she had laid.
Big things would come they say,
Nothing but lies through the door way.

Alone, hungry and forgotten,
She had just hit rock bottom.
One more fix to stay alive.
Her gleaming eyes petrified.

Nothing but a shell beginning to crack,
Her skin tapered, fading to black.
She had stars in her eyes,
But no one cared when she said good bye.