Alice was always a polite and kind little girl.
Upon her head, she had beautiful hair and one little curl.
Then one day, Alice went outside.
It was so scary, she cried.
Alice was oh so miffed.
She was sad, so she sniffed.
Day by day, poor Alice withered away.
She could not return, try she might.
Alas, she would fail and turn in for the night.
Every day, her smile would fade.
She would slit her wrists, feeling rather betrayed.
White powder and Alice on the floor.
Then, the ambulance burst through the door.
In the hospital, to the doctors she did lie.
In the hospital, Alice did die.
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The Ballad of Alice
PoetryThis is the story of Alice, who was safe... as long as she never ventured too far outside the serenity and goodness of the walls of her mind. But she was curious about what it was really like out there. What she found was nothing but hate and darkne...
