Survivor

There was a pot of gold at the end of her heart.
As well it was torn apart
The sickness to the pieces
It was like cancer, you couldn't get rid of the hurt
With the guilt and despinse of the cutting and torn apart heart
She couldnt take it no longer 
She was dying slowly as she took a cut one by one 
She was lingering at ever step she took
She was a live long survivor of the emotional hurt
People always said she was a wonderful person
But nobody knew what she was dealing with in her life
Though it came out to be the best for her
As she grew up she became a entrepeneur
Although she stilled had the scars of her past
She could always try to help the emotional disturbed people that need her help