Cheap poetry for a gloomy Monday.

Little girl lost, holding on to what is left

a monster torn it all apart

and turned out it was herself

Little girl lost fantasizing on the past

when the stars where so bright

and she stared at them until she was left blind

Little girl lost dealing with the aftermath

of a psychedelic world and

the magic she drowned herself in

Little girl lost in a void that is so deep

even when she cries out loud

nobody can hear

Little girl lost waking up from a bad dream

 fearing of closing her eyes again

for she could swear that it was real

Little girl lost reaching for a hand 

that is no longer to be found