To the little girl who
with every butterfly she saw,
chased after it,
caught it in her hands,
and smiled as she let it free?
Who was this girl who
with every butterfly she saw,
immediately crushed it,
Heart pounding,
Watching its life drain away?
What ever happened
To the little girl who
with every raging rollercoaster,
Screamed in fright,
refused to board it,
and hid behind her father?
Who was this girl who
with every raging rollercoaster,
thought about what would happen
if in the middle of the ride,
she just happened to release her safety harness?
What ever happened
To the little girl who
with every drop of blood,
Cried and screamed,
Covered her eyes,
And hugged her stuffed toy?
Who was this girl who
Now equipped with a knife,
Grinned as she cut into flesh,
Just wanting,
To watch the red flow?
