Special child
Made of gold
Stole my heart
And turned it cold
Took my family
Ripped them to shreds
Hurt them and killed them
Without a dread
Special child
No longer there
Locked up and hidden
No one cares
Too psychotic for love
Too naive for hate
No one said what was wrong
So more sins she will create
Innocent child
Saw her family
When they died
She became crazy
Now she's locked up
Hidden inside
No one knows her
Sanity died.
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Wanderers
Poetry" She was written poetry While He was just a draft Combined together They couldn't have made art For one didn't rhyme with the other And sadly Both weren't in sync together. " (This is the first official book I've posted on wattpad and intended to k...
