The day you fell into a endless slumber was the day
the little girl in the corner came out of her shell
The cries of her mother which haunt her nightmares
The little girl in the corner cowered away from the sight
The sight of seeing her paled grandpa in front of her on
his bed never coming out of his endless slumber.
The little girl in the corner was always wishing that
horrendous night was all a dream. She plumented into
a deep endless slumber of her own
except hers was a slumber were she would wake up
every day and always wish to never awake into the
imperfect world.
One morning the little girl in the corner never awoke again.
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Poetryhey yall! these are the poems that I come up with at like 3 in the morning describing my emotions. self harm is something very serious that should not be taken lightly. I have dealt with self harm and its consequences. if you ever need to ta...
