Alternative World Left in Pieces | Poetic

Pearly gates look more like a picket fence
White light glows red
Girls walk past and glare
She just wants to beautiful
Attention she praised
But now
She hides
Her cover up is caving in
She crawls across the tar-covered ground
The world is bent
Left in pieces
She doesn't remember coming here
Her hair has become coarse and split
Her pale pink dress turns black
Her lips of kissed sunshine become bloody and broken
Her knees are scraped and ripped
She cries and listens to the alternative world
Break and fall
Left in pieces