She isn't worth it.

She's been damned.
She's been fucked up.
She's been broken.
She has died.

You resurrected her soul.
You breathed for her.
You gave her her life back.
You made her happy again.

Still, beyond her smile
Lies a part of her broken soul.
Still lying underneath the bedrock of sorrows.
Still pained, tired and afraid to
         wake up from that deep slumber

She makes foul decisions
She's short tempered
She's irritable
Needless to say she sulks when she doesn't
        get what she wants.

She can't get through the pressure
She pushes everybody when she can't comprehend tides
She's pushed even you, whom she needed the most.

Yet you pushed and pursued.
Until you got tired and opted to pause.

She's crazily intoxicating
She's the holder of your leash
She isn't worthy.
Yet she needs you still.