Crazy crazy, little girl
Thinking thinking why so sad,
Dancing in her mind,
To the beat of a dead heart.
Going. Crazier and crazier,
Then you'll see everyone is not
How they seem to be,
Secretly hiding something,
Something so precious.
You know the girl?
Well that isn't the girl they thought they knew,
She's the broken girl, the unwanted.
But now she's gone,
Now she's dead,
Wishing and praying
You can't forget what YOU'VE done.
YOU ARE READING
Am I normal?
PuisiHey! Cait here and I decided to write some poems, most of them are what I know from memory; then there's the one I think I made or found but can't remember.
