Little girl, with seashells
and wishing spells
Wishes to find joy someday
At six years old is all alone,
the world is your playground
but no one will play
Life doesn't make sense,
you learned the hard way
No friends. All pain, you
can never complain
Little girl with fire eyes,
you're broken inside
They stripped you of wishes
and magic and joy
They chased your dreams away.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
PoetryBlood or Bleeding under my Skin. TW: Mention of Bl00d, Su!c!de, and other mature topics.
