Stained from life, she ponders words,She can't exist without them.
Chasing memories in her mind,
The ones she lived without him.
Seeking refuge in tainted thoughts,
Never realizing wanted dreams,
Tossing and turning, restless sleep,
Awakened again by pictured screams.
Time doesn't seem to heal all wounds,
It just predicates the cost..
Always tortured in my own mind...
I remain... "A little Girl Lost"