Little girl,
All grown up
Taught her body was for sale
Never knowing
True fucking love
Until she was 20
Than her heart
Shattered and broken
Turned her too cold stone
Never healing
Never beating
Only keeping her breathing
YOU ARE READING
ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
