In a pitch black corner
sits a tiny little girl.
Silently she crys to herself
stuck in a cruel world.
With blood all around her
she bleeds from her wrists.
Holding in the pain, shes numb,
needing to feel that she exists.
In public shes found in the crowd.
She always seemed to blend right in.
Who wouldve even noticed,
she may live a little different.
Feeling lost and all alone,
she hides her pain all too well.
For monsters lived in her home
and not a soul could ever tell.
A smile she carrys on her face
disguising the deep inner hurt.
Afraid to go back home again
to face another day with a pervert.
But nobody had a clue.
She held his secret, for he had sinned.
Blocked off of any and all emotion,
to feel alive, cutting her wrists is what she did.

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