[Glory Crumble]

Old, but I like it.

Scared silent, barley a mumble.

Drifting away, begining to crumble.

Twisted girl, mental twist.

Covered by an emotional mist.

~

Filled with nightmares, dreading the night.

Shes so scared of thes abusing sight.

Don't be afriad to cry, be deep.

Even I always weap.

Author's Note

Tell me if I mis-spelled something.