Her eyes once sparkled like the
pavement after a rain storm
Now they've become void
Like an abandoned house
In the middle of the woods
The flowers her mother grew
Under her eyes have withered
And a raging storm has superseded
The soft gleaming tears her laughter brought
no body tried to understand her 'cause
She had a body filled with scars and a mind
Filled with darkness
She wore nothing but sadness around her neck, above her feet and beneath her wrists
So she planted flowers in her that
Brought a breeze of blissful light to the
Dark valleys in her soul where sadness dwelled
She had to **** it with happiness
Before it killed her
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
Her eyes once sparkled like the
pavement after a rain storm
Now they've become void
Like an abandoned house
In the middle of the woods
The flowers her mother grew
Under her eyes have withered
And a raging storm has superseded
The soft gleaming tears her laughter brought
no body tried to understand her 'cause
She had a body filled with scars and a mind
Filled with darkness
She wore nothing but sadness around her neck, above her feet and beneath her wrists
So she planted flowers in her that
Brought a breeze of blissful light to the
Dark valleys in her soul where sadness dwelled
She had to **** it with happiness
Before it killed her