that little girl is dead!
Being back here,
back into the past
where i was so weak, and powerless
i dont like it
here
I'm afraid that
I 'm gong to become
the scared littler girl
that i used to be
frightened little girl,
crying myself to sleep
"I'm not her anymore!" I scream
I'm strong,
I'm brave,
I'm not afraid,
I'm juturna
But still,
I fear
That the little crying girl
will reawaken,
take me over,
and tear apart the person
I've become
thats why
I've got to
get out of here
run as fast as i can,
in the opposite direction
run, run
before it consumes me whole
by
juturnaposted on 02/11/2008
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