I’m sorry you never got to be a mother,

kids running around you being a bother.

I’m sorry you never got to grow up and
get married,

to a man who would cherish you till you
were buried.

I’m sorry you lost all your friends,

Maybe someday they will make amends.

I’m sorry you lived hating your body,

mind going crazy, and arms red and bloody.

I’m sorry for all the things you could
have been,

cut short by me at just thirteen.

But I’m not sorry for living,

I had to get free screaming and kicking.

I’m not sorry for letting your soul go,

like a dead goldfish in the toilet flow.

I’m not sorry for ripping the facade of you off,

But I’m glad our personalities aren’t too
far off.

to that miserable girl, a sweet farewell.

Though no one knows you truly died,

the grief of you lies within me classified.