Shell never trust herself
To give it a new try
Shell never be the girl she was
Her head now hangs low
She was never like this before
But now she doesn't even talk
Her heart is a ballad of emotions
Her mind is unaware of happy
Shell live like this but she dosent know tI'll when
She won't survive she knows after all.
YOU ARE READING
Reflecting The Truth
PoetryWords that intruded my mind and I decided to turn them into something meaningful.
