She's the girl who lives in a broken home
Made with broken dreams
Hopes shattered like glass on her bedroom floor
Time means nothing to her when everyone is late
The world likes to take a good girl and hide her away
They tear her apart until she is like everyone else
Confused
Lonely
Unforgiving
She prays for safety
Locked out of heaven
She's a good girl with bad thoughts
How the hell did she end up here?
This isn't where she's meant to be
She wants to escape
Climb out of the hole she calls home
If they ask "where did that good girl go?"
I tell them "she fell down the rabbit hole and never came back."
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
