Hey I know this is long, and you don't have to read it, I just wanted to share this with you.
A little girl, no more than five,
rides the bus home from school.
She sits alone, silently breaking,
wondering why life is so cruel.
She leaves the bus, she's home alone,
her Dad walks through the door.
She sees that look, and she knows,
she's frightened to the core.
She tries to run, she tries to hide.
But he is far too fast.
All she can do is close her eyes,
and hope it doesn't last.
The tears slide down her cheeks,
and mingle with her blood.
Shes screaming out in agony,
"Daddy, is this what you call love?!"
She knew it was the wrong thing to say.
But it doesnt matter...its too late.
He lunges at her, and her fragile bones,
fee like they'll break beneath his weight.
His hands of steel crush her throat,
She flails about for air.
And she just slowly drifts away,
like she doesn't have a care.
An hour later, she opens her eyes,
but deep down she wishes she'd died.
She becomes numb to all the pain...
every tear she had has been cried.
He turns her out to all his friends,
for pennies on the dime....
And all the while this poor child wonders,
what could have been her crime...
And then one day, some people come,
to help (or so they say),
"We're here to take you somewhere safe,
somewhere very far away."
But it's only lies, a cruel misfortune
sends her back to her abuser.
This unholy act will prove to haunt her
and for years it will confuse her.
That girl haunts my dreams,
her tears call out
lonely from my past.
This child longs to be set free,
but I fear her pain will last.
Because she is my existence,
my unending plight of pain.
She crawls into my head,
and gnaws at my brain.
And all I can do
is sit and cry,
for this lost little girl
and wonder..."Why?" -By Ashley J. White- (April 5, 2012)
