They killed her,
The kid that dwelled in her.
And now she's here.
All normal.
But deep,
Deep,
Deep,
Inside,
She wants to laugh,
Joke around stupidly.
Embrace insanity.
But now, even if she wants to,
She can't.
Because the child in her
Is already dead.
YOU ARE READING
𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌
PoetryHighest rank- #1st in poetry❤ (back when these tags actually meant something) * In the hope that you'll find solace in my words. You're not alone. * Book cover by @WriterBells
