Little young lady
With pigtails and curls
Bring out your Barbies
Go play with some girls
Little young lady
With your straightened hair
Your eyes aren't as bright
And you don't seem to care
Little young lady
Wearing long sleeves
Tell me tje secrets
You just have to keep
Little young lady
The one in all black
Find things that make you smile
Bring your happiness back
Little young lady
Who dreams of pills
Razors ropes and guns
All things that kill
Little young lady
Hanging from your ceiling fan
You were afraid of yourself
And so you ran
YOU ARE READING
A poem for death
PoetryCutting poems and quotes. They just sound really pretty and they're here for anyone. I'm here for anyone that needs me too
