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by XxXBluefireXxX May 7, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Little girl with bouncing curls Adopted when she was one Around her yard she twirls Her life has just begun She has this great huge smile Plastered on her face It makes things worth while She's finally found a place She's in a home with love and care With family who will be there Through think and thin and high and low This little girl.. she does know But she's afriad of her dad Because of past experiences she had Too little to remember them And no one knows when She grew with that pain inside Yet the pain she tried to hide She got bigger every day But the pain did in the same way Years pass and she's fifteen She's becoming someone mean Hiding in the shadows of her room Destined herself into doom The loving heart-felt family changed The house of love rearranged Into some blood-curdling screams A family isn't what it seems Somehow the little girl in her was gone The days just seemed way too long The pain in her left through a knife She was so tried of her life She'd seen joy, and she had seen tears She had seen it all in her years What more is there to life than this? Nothing happy, no more bliss Parents screaming down the stairs Putting on their "angry" airs She hides up in the attic Trying to hide from all the panic There she spends her lonely days Life fades into a gray haze Blood has tainted it's wooden floors And she has locked all the doors Hiding from even her shadow She peeks through the shutters to the meadow Picturing that as a heavenly state She knows recovery is too late The rusty blade, her trusty friend Helps her whimper into her end One large slice across her throat There wasn't a word to be wrote Silence was her death's prayer She lay her bloody body there To die amist all the dust Her death it seems, was a must The little girl no longer smiles On her older face, a bloody stare Her bones hollow shallow piles And to this day she lays there... -me