I'm a simple girl. I've been through a lot more than most people should go through. And I'm only 16. You think these poems are deep, depressing, dark? You haven't even scratched the surface. |
The wind is cold when it blows against my cheek
The tears I spill make me weak...
Trapped in the confines of this rotting mind
I'm chained to the wall as I see...
My frozen tears silently falling
You never wanted to hear my screaming...