Innocent little flower,
Fragile, full of life, delicate.
Bitter stone cold black shadow
who just doesn’t give a sh*t.
Little girl not even sixteen,
tiny soul with a meek scream.
Eyes so pretty and wide,
you would never imagine what she keeps hidden inside.
She can’t feel. She can’t call for help.
She can only curl into a little ball.
She can’t stand herself, she wants to howl.
He still lurks and he still prowls.
She doesn’t understand why or how.
How can someone do that, especially to a child??
He’s still out there and not behind bars.
He runs around leaving numerous scars.
I watch him do this. I watch him make little girls cry, suffer, bleed.
Blade goes through her stomach to stop the pain.
Rest Peacefully