The little girl with the purple backpack.
Waiting,
As if something.
Was watching,
She walked away fast.
But always looked back.
Dissapeared in thin air.
She needed,
Help.
Security,
Love.
But
She wasn't real.
But I could feel her.
She was there.
They still call me crazy.
But I can still see her.
In my dreams,
Awake or asleep.
I can never be shure anythings reallie there anymore,
Honestly.
Im scared.
I don't want to see thing.
I wanna know why ,
Why I can't sleep at night.
I have everything I've ever wanted.
And it lingers.
On my skin,
Like a lions breath.
I know...
I'm never alone...