Behind this front
Is a girl
Who is made up with all these tiny pieces of soul
Withered by traumatic events
These past couple years
I have lost faith in some of humanity
Others have restored a minute bit of my hope
But through it all
I have been sent deeper and deeper
Back into my dark oblivion
The abyss that was once paradise
Corruption and destruction tore apart my wonderland
What was once a beautiful bliss
Is now a dark and tormented chaos
Morbid delusions lay at every turn
My soul is now a heavy blackened thing
I long so much to be pure and whole hearted once more
For my wonderland to not be madness
And in most respects I feel like Alice
I can’t escape my feelings
And I can’t figure heads from tails
My heart is a small worn out creature
Trapped inside a rusted spiked box
Longing to be set free
Longing to grow and be loved
One person holds the key
And though he holds my heart box within his grasp
And tends to it night and day
My wonderland threatens my very happiness
Im left a morbid shell
Of what was once
A pristine light filled haven
There are times
Thanks to him
That I can almost if not completely see
The glorious sunrise of new hope
But it never seems to last
I don’t want to admit something is wrong
Not until I have used my last soldier to fight the havoc within me and they have all but been defeated trying.