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A little girl small and shy

Hateful parents made her cry

They only cared about drugs and beers

And making her drown in tears

Her Daddy would touch her and make her hurt

He made her feel like she was dirt

He would yell and call her names

This child thought she was to blame

Each morning she would put on that smiling face

And bear her parents deep disgrace

She would not let her secret out

For fear it would make her parents shout

No one noticed the bruises on her arm

No one thought she was in any harm

She never understood what could do

To not get these bruises, black and blue

She needed love and a person to care

She needed a person whom she would share

This story of abuse and what is did

She was only six barely a kid

As she got older it was all the same

Until that day finally came

She had had enough and wanted the end

She had no one not even a friend

She took a razor being precise

She cut her arm slice after slice

For every wrong thing she made a line

She knew daddy wouldn’t win this time

For every cut she felt relief

“Pain is pleasure” was her belief

That wasn’t it, she didn’t stop there

For this was a hard burden to bear

She started popping pills to go numb

She did this despite knowing it was dumb

When that lost its thrill she tried something new

She knew of all the things she could do

She began throwing up her breakfast lunch and dinner

Then skipping meals, cuz she felt like a sinner

This girl’s life was a living hell

This is the story of Shana Danielle