Pain


There once was a little girl who was all smiles and laughter.
Her parents love and not a problem in life her beautiful happily ever after.
She was a bird that soared through the sky.
her wings that were made to fly.

One day everything came crashing.
her life clashing
She watched her father bleeding To death
And her mother taking her last breath.
Oh the poor little thing

The screams the pain.
The misery that almost caused her to go insane.
The room they locked her in.
They were breaking her from within
Oh, the poor little thing.

The tears of blood that came from her eyes.
That stabbing pain that makes her want to die.
To break the beautiful bird.
The beautiful bird should soar.

She dreamed that every breath she took was the last.
She just wanted to end this so fast.
She was just a little girl used,
Like an object and abused.

One day a blessing came around,
In a form of a child of her own.
The smiles, the happiness she hasn't felt in year.
Her little boy that was so fair.

Years passed her she would laugh and giggles.
Her playing and her child’s wiggles.
But it all came to an end.
They took her child she couldn't defend.

The reapers came with a knife.
To end a 2 year old’s life.
The child screaming for his mother.
As the knife went through one side and came out of another.

She watched as her child took his last breath.
Not a tear fell at her child’s death.
Nothing just silence not a tear.
Not cries not screams.

Her brain couldn't process this information.
Her her child was dead
It’s all my fault I deserve this she cried to herself without tears
I don’t deserve happiness I don’t deserve to be free.

After She lost all hope.
A man came into her her prison he said do not worry I will end your misery I will end your life.
He payed her on the prison floor and stabbed he with a knife.

Silence, nothing then a smile broke on her face.
A giggle then she she bursted out laughing as she coughed blood.
Finally this is over this miserable case.
She took her last breath while fingering her mothers last.

Oh the poor little thing died at 15.
Her story will never be heard I she will never be seen.
She lived in pain.
And died in vain.
Oh you poor little thing

Her child was dead it’s all my fault she cried to herself without tears
I don’t deserve happiness i don’t deserve to be free.

After she Lost all hope
A man came into her room he said i will end misery i will end your life.
He laid her on the prison floor and stabbed her with a knife.

Nothing then a smile Broke on her face she burst out laughing as she coughed up blood
Finally this ended this miserable case.
She died as she was fingering her mother’s lace.

Oh the poor little thing died at 15.
Her story will never be heard she will never be seen.
She lived in pain.
And died in vain. Oh the poor little thing

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