A note

Im not sure entirely sure where my inpiration came from for this one, all i can tell you is that is was around 3am...

It was dark,
She was dressed in black.
The distance of a dogs bark,
Weighed down by her rucksake.
Mascara smudges where it once ran down her face,
Graised knees from previous trips over her shoe lace.
Other than that to the eye she was perfect,
To the taxi driver her presence he did not detect.
Now it wasn't just her heart that was broken,
"Im sorry" was her last was her last words spoken.
Ice cold skin- aged only fourteen,
She was searching for a new life, ran away from a alcholic druggy.
The contents of her bad lay spread out across the concrete floor,
Twenty pound,mobile phone, a note and the keys to her front door.
The note reading "Things will get better, but for now i am gone"
Her still face with a happy like gesture as the full moon shone.