Poor, poor little girl,
She twirls around her empty world.
Nothing but the rain to cover her tracks,
On the ground she sleeps with the cockroaches and rats.
She screams at night,
But no one can hear,
Because rain blocks out the sound of her fears.
The broken girl whom no one loves,
Cries her eyes out until the very last drop.
Oh poor, poor little girl
Lost in this cruel, cruel world
She will not last for too long.
Once she’s gone,
She can never come home.
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A Penny for Your Thoughts
PoetryThese are the poems I wrote when I struggled with the demons in my head.
