• three


    in her room, is where she's hiding,
    there’s no one, to she's confiding,
    confused as to why daddy did that to her.
    shutting out what happened, and it seems to blur.
    she cannot taste her tears anymore,
    what could be the reason for?
    they've dried right to her face.
    and he's found her to be such a disgrace.

    she was merely but a play thing,
    the lies only seem to sting.
    the 'i love yous' fed to her every night,
    were shattered with a blow of his might.
    she didn't understand, but who could blame,
    a three year old to know it's name?
    to know that it wasn't at all her fault,
    but such thoughts only burned her wounds like salt.

    bruises would appear every day,
    is it at all very sad to say,
    that most of those caused by her own hand?
    but all was wrong in her sad land.
    this went on for years on end,
    her body never nearing mend.
    until all was too much for this young one,
    and with that she was surely done.

    a six year old and suicide,
    two things that never meet the eye.
    and too thankfully so,
    for this girl was saved from all her woe.
    nightmares still haunt her,
    and make her blood stir.
    memories reduce her to tears,
    like tiny little painful spears.

    but she lives and breathes, life began anew,
    she awakes each morning to the new fallen dew,
    and though she is scarred, inside out,
    she will never live again with so much doubt.