The Third Death Poem by Hidden Soul

Listen now,
Listen well.
I'm here to tell
of a girl who died.

Death is odd,
you see it's unique.
She died once,
twice,
and three times,
before you could even call her an adult.

Loss.
Loss is something terrible,
as she would very well know.

She lost her Dad.
Lost her hope.
She even lost 'him.'

Her first death was at a sad time,
when she was only 7.
How young she was,
but even then,
even then she wore her mask.

She didn't cry.
How sad that is?

Her second death was a sad time,
she was only 9.
She smiled,
to hide the pain.
This death was simpler;
she simply lost hope.
This death was easier,
she had felt worse pain.
So..
yet again, she wore her mask.
Her mask that is painted so well.

Her third Death was a sad time.
It lasted the longest,
and felt terrible.
Love.
Love is murder in itself,
especially when it is ripped from your grasp.
But you see,
this girl,
this living dead,
her mask failed her this time.
Her love declared his hatred,
for the girl he had claimed love for.
Her love left,
turned his back on her.
Her mask failed her,
how sad it is,
she cried.

This girl has died many times,
but has vowed
to not;
to never let her mask fail her
again.
She has vowed,
vowed to never love.
Never again.

If you don't love...
You can't hurt.