A small little girl at the age of seven
One day started hating the world
When her mother went to heaven
She cried herself to sleep almost every night
Thinking ‘why’d mumma want to take her life?’
Was it her farther and his wrong perception of right
That caused the end to his devoted wife
Or maybe was it the guy at the bus stop
that always looked up her slightly short skirt
who took it upon himself to take off her shirt
She pondered on this for days on end
Till the guy at the bus stop wanted to be her new best friend
The seven year old didn’t know what to do
And eventually she became the one the man wanted to woo
This went on for days then weeks
The man stoping her from telling his secret
Till one day when daddy comes home and she finally speaks
His mind went blank and his anger spread
From all through is body till up in his head
He put his daughter in her room
And then took out the guy with a gun and a ‘boom’
Social services later came for his daughter
After he was charged with man slaughter
They then put her in a home
And was tol one day she would find another of own
But the girl could not get over yet
The events in her life which she had just met
Then seventeen and still not adopted
She stares out the window at the kids that are wanted
The ones whose lives were not tainted in blood
The children who were only dirty when playing in the mud
Her childhood stolen and faith now shattered
She stared in the mirror wondering if she even mattered
With scars on her skin and tears in her eyes
She realises she has no one to tell her good byes
Now taking the same way out as her mother once did
She slips off the chair with the rope hanging tight
And whispered as she did a silent good night