The day she dead

On this day i mourn a little girl, someone so nice and didn't understand. She sang songs tho her voice was not enough, she play games everyday. Dreams of making everyone her friend and being the best girl ever. Happy go lucky but can be angry in a flip of a dine, usually people hate that and make her cry. A little girl who wanted to help the world with stories and rhymes. As i mourn her in past mistakes and lies, the me i was before the world ruined the delight. When her friends weren't true, she couldn't reach the top anymore, her eyes blurry now with broken sight, and ears cover the terrors with song of other's rhyme. The pink and blue turned into red and black thoughts, as this fever isn't cured. Blood seem to a relief to see, to watch other feel the pain i endure. On this day i mourn my past self, someone so naive and innocent. I try to rebuild her in me but it's not helping