It doesn't matter how loud she cries
Her screams for help, never heard
But all that is known of her
Are the photos that remain
In the bottom of a box
Deep inside the attic
Memories from another life
The one that only lasted a week
Before it was overpowered with hatred
The one she can vaguely remember
Through the pain
And through the tears that she shed
Through night and through day
Through rain and snow
She has forgotton what it's like to be outside
She has forgotton what it's like to have freedom
She has forgotton who she truly is
Instead she has drank in their lies
She is so used to their stories
She doesn't know what to do, but believe them.
Screams of terror echo through the night
But no-one hears them
Her delicate skin becomes red from the pain
It's like a dark hole,
She has no idea how she fell in
And their is only one way out
No-one visits her anymore
But she knew they wouldn't
Not even the parents that never loved her
She knew that no-one cared
No-one knew
A single rose lies below the stone that says:
May you rest peacefully in heaven, sweet little girl.
1997-2002
RIP
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