[And there lays her tiara,
Broken from the fall...
I dont need you to analyze
the phases of my dying child...
In the blink of weary eyes
I took it on myself to tell lies...
What if you saw the real me?
It would be a tragedy to see...
When I got the news
The tears couldn't stop flowing...
Little is the girl, whose alone and crying
Slowly on the inside, she is dying...
I wake up daily wondering if today will be the day
that my life ends or if I'll be cursed in another...
I won't ask for someone
To grab my hand...
Is all she asks
As she lies here...
Agonizing, torturous nightmares,
Cold sweats and screams in the night...
She was doing so good with coming to terms the...
She was feeling pretty proud of herself for being...
I mourn innocence
trapped within my youthful faith...