A little girl sits alone on her own
Away from all people
Her lifes tale now etched in stone.
Killed by the very two
They would yell and scream,
And hit her too.
They got worse as years went by
The girl was now nine
She hurt so much she forgot to cry.
The drugs and alcohol at its worst
Staggering around
Nothing else can cure this curse
Every night she went to bed
Hearing a voice,
Deep inside her tortured head
They came home late one night
Waking her up
Once again they begin to fight
The pushing and shoving down the hall
She opens the door,
To see her biggest fear of them all
She starts yelling about the mess
As he grabs her hair
While calling her worthless
Dragging her out of the room
She hopes and prays
It will all be over soon
Raising her by the neck
She cries of pain
Knowing he does not care
Throws her hard against the wall
She trys to walk
Yet repeatedly falls.
The people hear next door
Then turn the T.V. on
As they continue to ignore
As the girl is kicked in her head
Hoping its not real
That shes still sleeping in her bed.
Each hit she cryies out more
Dying there,
Right next door.
There was once a little girl alone on her own.
Away from all people.
Her lifes now etched in stone.
