Alice, the perfect little girl,
Got caught up in her wonderland hell.
Though at first it felt like a dream,
She learnt not everything is as it seems.
So run along little Alice,
Make your way to that palace.
Where your friends await your arrival.
Not to drink tea,
But rather to make you see,
What happens when you make them wait awhile.
Waiting waiting for their little girl,
As they're lying there dead, as a coffin nail.
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I'm basically the next Lewis Carol.
Also! Shoutout to anyone who noticed the Charles Dickens reference.
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A cry for help
PoesieJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
