some / time / ago
she's so sad.
tears fog up the mirrors they call her eyes.
it burns... she screams from the inside.
but, they can not hear her.
oh how unhappy her mother would seem if she were to examine her little girls wrists.
stained the colour of the queen of hearts roses.
red.
for, mother's little girl is a happy personality in a saddened soul.
this sad, mother has never experienced.
or at least that's how she plays it out to be.
