A messed up little girl,
And her thoughts that seem to last,
But this is her story,
Her story of her past
A sad little girl,
At the age of only eight,
Had waited for her mum to come home,
So she stayed up late
She wanted to tell her mum
she loved her and to wish her a goodnight,
But when mummy came home.
she couldnt understand why there was a fight ?
As she sat there on the landing,
She cried in her own arms,
As she watched mummy crying as she left,
her daddy ran upstairs and tried to work his charms
Her parents announced the divorce,
And the little girl ran to hide,
As she sat in the wardrobe,
She felt her heart break and cried
Now at the age of ten,
She had moved away,
Living with her mum,
and watching the past repeat itself each day
Her and her dad,
Grew futher apart,
He had moved on with a new wife
as she recoverd from a broken heart
As for her mum,
she was also in a relasionship,
As everything moved she stayed still,
taking one deap breath and biting her lip
He was such a nice person,
But people aren't always what they seem,
as she lay awake at night,
wishing for her perfect dream
But the little girl herd it all again,
the pain that tore her apart,
But this time,
It was to much for her heart,
She could have stopped and helped her mum,
but something held her back,
he was to powerful,
as she listened to her mum being attacked
He is a control freak,
but her mum grew strong,
To fight him off,
he was in the wrong !
as her life was getting back on track,
she knew she couldn't give in,
At the age of 13,
her life was to begin
at highschool with all her friends,
she kept her story inside,
but the secret,
was tearing her up... no longer could she hide
she turned to the blade,
to try and stop the tears,
it helped her keep in control,
And forget about the hidden years
As she looks in the mirror,
her eyes are soaking wet,
Holding onto her wrist,
wondering what yet ?
Her eyes feel heavy,
and her heart takes one big break,
she wispers to herself... how much more pain is to come ?
because there's not much more she can take
problems come in quantities,
and she just can't hold this weight,
she didn't know it was possible,
to become something that she hates..........
You see this little girl,
Is really me,
A scared, scard and messed up girl,
just waiting to be set free.............
