FallenAngel
Sometimes she cries but she doesn't feel.
Sometimes she feels but she doesn't care.
When she cares it hurts and the pain is too real, alone is better it curbs all the fear.
The little girl deep inside is shy and still needs to hide. The only people she needed were never by her side. Instead they were doing things to hurt her and make her fear. It's harder now than ever for her to let anybody near.
She wants to cry out, to yell, to scream. No one is there to listen, she can't be heard or seen.
Maybe one day she can start to crack away at the shell. For now it's got her locked in her own personal hell.
Sometimes she feels but she doesn't care.
When she cares it hurts and the pain is too real, alone is better it curbs all the fear.
The little girl deep inside is shy and still needs to hide. The only people she needed were never by her side. Instead they were doing things to hurt her and make her fear. It's harder now than ever for her to let anybody near.
She wants to cry out, to yell, to scream. No one is there to listen, she can't be heard or seen.
Maybe one day she can start to crack away at the shell. For now it's got her locked in her own personal hell.
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