Little Girl ...

They knew not of little girl's pain

They knew not of the weak and broken her mind had became

Little Girl was stomped around, talked about, fought about

Yet never knew about

All she wanted was someone whom her heart can be poured into

Perhaps a loyal friend?

Perhaps a loving father?

Perhaps a normal mother ?

Yet she had no one

If you stared into her eyes

You could see the sadness reflecting her darling, sparkling, crystal clear watery eyes

She would stand there Stareing into space,

Without careing about the outside world

Her imagination was the only thing that could keep her away

From her miserable life.

From all the things her father would do to her

Ever scince she was 3...

The way her mother would beat her everyday screaming

It's your fault, you deserve what your father does to you

Yet she knew that loving fathers would never touch their daughters

The same way they touched the mommy ...

And she wished she could sleep

Sleep forever ... In peace away from her dead soul

She stood there alone aside her bestfriend her bloody blade,

She was the one she could tell her secrets to,

She was the only one who could make her feel better

She took her inner pain away..

She stood ther with her bloody razor , and her already slashed wrists and neck..

She had no more energy, yet she knew she wasn't done just yet...

She grabbed her pocket knive and dove it deep inside and moved it all across her stomach ...

There all she could do was smile... Becouse little girl was loved after all

Her blade loved her.

The blade sung her favorite lullaby..

She knew it was all over and done , she was happy for once..

She was the living dead

Yet death brought life upon her...