Lauren said 9 years, 5 months ago:

How happy are the children running through the grass
On this warm, delightful summer’s day.
None seem to know that their happiness will pass
And disease will begin guiding the way.

There’s a tale of a girl trying her best
Yet it never seems to be enough
Eventually she’ll be put to rest
Only for her life to be described as rough.

This girl named Alice had her own wonderland
Only found in self harm and hate
All she needed was a guiding hand
So that depression would not determine her fate.

Eventually this disease prevented her from living
A life which was seemingly normal
Through all the suffering she continued giving
Of herself to not seem immoral.

The depression has marred a little girl’s heart
Sadly now moving is a chore
Now with life’s ways of course she will part
She is not a little girl anymore.