Once in a kingdom of pure imagination lived a girl, and she grinned and her name was beautiful because that is what she was. She played with the dolphins in the ocean and made friends with princesses on land. That was the year the girl found her one true love and tears of joy rolled down her face and she didn't care because it was only water.

Once in a green meadow painted on a canvas lived a girl, and she smiled and her name was aging because that was what she was. She played on the swings and kissed with the prince amongst the flowers and she didn't want to kiss him the way he kissed her but kissed him anyway because that was the thing to do. That was the year the girl got kidnapped and tears of torture rolled down her face and she didn't care because she had worse things to worry about then water.

Once in a cottage scribbled with a pen lived a girl, and she smirked and her name was hopeless because that was what she was. She swept the floors and carried her drunken husband to bed at night. That was the year the girl got beaten up by her husband and tears of distress rolled down her cheeks and she didn't care because she was too busy running to wipe away the water.

Once in a hospital bed shown through a mirror lived a girl, and she cried and her name was disaster because that was what she was. She lay motionless wrapped in scratchy sheets and yelled at the doctors that tried to touch her. That was the year the girl slit her wrists and tears of sadness rolled down her cheeks but she didn't care because it was too late to care about water.


AN: yeah I know, I should go to theory. I watched the deleted scene with the poem from 'Perks of being a wallflower' and felt as though it was so good I should have a go. Tell me if you think I was right to have written it or if you think I'm a total psycho and should be locked up. :D