Thats the thing about poetry,
you think im talking about a
broken heart,
when really,
Im talking about a broken
world.

the soul inside of me
is growing far too big
for my body

Little girl, little girl,
crying in the middle of the night
as she tries to escape
from what's inside her mind.

Monsters clinging, clutching
her soul, dragging
memories she longed
to forget

And a girl so lost
a long  time ago
that no one searched
for her,

So perhaps
She's lost her mind,
but I think she's
just lost inside