Such a good girl, turned so bad,
Little girl, abused by her dad...
Revenge and anger took over her life,
Criminal, causing pain and strife.
Depends on how you treat the child,
Weather shes polite,rotten or wild...
This little girl, hit and thrown about,
She now has scars, inside and out.
How i wish i could have stopped the pain,
I wish i could have unbound the chains!
But no number wishes can change this girl,
And her effects upon the world.
One night, she returned home again,
Not to see her mum, or to entertain.
She had a mission, one only thought,
It was her hurtful dad, she sought.
With gun in hand, She rose it steady,
No words for him, just trigger ready.
The neighbors say they heard one shot,
A sound to this day they haven't forgot.
Maybe she was wrong to do him in,
Revenge from the hurt she kept within.
She says she never once felt guilt,
From looking as her dads blood spilt.
So this little girl took a life,
Not with pillow, not with knife.
She took it with a gun of pain,
She says that she would do it again!
She sees no wrong, she thinks she right,
For what she did on that October night.
But in my head, i wonder if,
Her face, her dad did ever miss?
A history, will she try to forget,
Did her dad have any last regrets?
We do not now, and never will,
Why the little girl did kill?
Because the little girl is gone,
After the murder it wasn't long..
Until the little girl was found,
Death came upon to lay her down!
The last to be killed by the evil chair,
Do you think she was right, was it fair?
The little girl that was harmed brutally,
The little girl, is sadly me!
