Who knew what she was thinking.
Was she sane? Was she mad?
Who knew what she was feeling.
Was she happy? Was she sad?
Who knew if she existed.
If there was anyone at all.
Who knew if they predicted.
That she was going to fall.
She tried to give them hints.
She tried to get their attention.
But, all she did was prevent them.
From getting into her life.
She felt safe in her own little world.
Comfortable, for all is well.
Then, they came in.
Her little world went to hell.
Who knew what she was thinking.
Was she sane? Was she mad?
Who knew what she was feeling.
Was she happy? Was she sad?
Who knew if she existed.
If there was anyone at all.
Who knew if they predicted.
That she was going to fall.
They knew what she was thinking.
That she WAS sane.
They knew what she was feeling.
That she was happy.
They knew that she existed.
All of them, in a row.
They predicted.
That she was going to fall.
They were afraid of her sanity.
Knew she couldn't be fooled.
She was a threat to them,
Which they KNEW.
They chuckled as she fell.
All the way to her endless hell.




















But, that's really good. Pretty amazing. Makes me think my poems/songs aren't that good :3
Your poems/songs are good too!!
They are? .3. xD I think they suck