There sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
Very powerful poem, well written, you are a talented poet
Im falling so in love with your poetry, I think I just found my new favorite poem lol
aw thank you!!! I can't even tell you how much that means to me!
Mikki, that poem is sheer CLASS! You are immensely talented
Honestly.......one of the best poems I've ever read! Absolutly amazing! I think what makes this so good, is that a lot of people can relate to it. Hahaha! Great work and keep it up!
It seems like this little girl has dug herself into this hole... by what i do not know... it makes me think, therefore: i like it xD