A Little Girl...

[This is the saddest poem I've made in a long time.]

There's a little girl that walks into the mirror,
And starts to see so many things,
A deeply hurting imperfection,
That lies deep inside within

That little girl in the mirror,
Has a very bad broken heart,
And she still cant find love,
Or someone that can tear her sadness apart

She is so sad and silently,
She always hides behind the blanket and cry,
Because she feels so bad and depressed,
But the depression she always tries to hide

That girl is really weak,
And she can never smile,
Because she's missing a love,
That no where else she can find

She doesn't has a dad,
She has saw him only 2 times in her life,
He has been absent all this days,
He's been absent when his little daughter grabbed the knife

In her heart there's an empty space,
And she needs the love of her dad,
But the dad doesn't care for her,
He always makes her feel so bad

Her dad doesn't care for her,
Is like she doesn't exists,
She needs a bit of love,
But that is something her dad cannot see

She has never received a kiss from her father,
His coldness to her is undefined,
The little girl cannot understand,
Why her father left her behind

She has tried to speak with him,
But he doesn't answer her calls,
He never wants to know anything about her,
Something she doesn't understands

That little girl always cries,
She always feels so bad,
She doesn't has her daddy's love,
Is like a dad she never had

The little girl once found him,
Walking by on the street,
And she decided to get closer,
To with her dad have a speak

She asked him why he did this,
And she told him she loved him too,
That she couldn't understand why,
Trough this pain he put her trough

He told her she was a mistake,
That she should have never be born,
That she was a miss calculation,
A mistake made so wrong

He told her that she was ugly,
That she was only a mistake,
A mistake born by pleasure,
A mistake he sadly made

He told her she was useless,
And that she was nothing to him,
Letting her with her heart broken,
And all hurt-ed inside within

He walked away with cold in his eyes,
Letting his child on the ground,
Crying and feeling like garbage,
While he finely walked around

The other day the dad of the girl went to read the newspaper,
And the first new was a death,
Of a little girl found in the grass,
Because of something lodged on her chest

"Apparently she died from a heart attack,
She received a strong emotion that struck-ed her heart,
Something her little chest could not resist,
And tore her life apart"...

(C) Written By Marielys