In darkest nights
And child shall fight
Her demons that hide within
Her cries are torn
A soul crossed mourn
Her body is stained with steel
She hasn't had a meal
The dark gave her a deal
She whispers the venomous words
That she cannot fly like a bird
They have not heard
her talking to the mirror
All she needs is some help
Aren't you going to help
She's slowly going insane
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Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
