That little Lost lonely girl
inside of her own mind,
crying out for someone
to pull her to the side.
She needs to escape herself
yet has no will to comply,
why can't she find that one
who can forever make her fly?
Her own confusion brings pain.
She'll never be that same
girl she was once before.
She'd never ask for more.
Her heart cries out for desire.
She wants to feel, cry.
Gone the emotion of happiness,
soon she'll want to die.
Her breath has shortened,
her whole outlook is dire,
"Why should I even care?"
As she lay waiting for her pyre.
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