He'll punch a little harder,
She'll cry a little longer-
They'll notice a little more,
But they do nothing. Nothing.
As she screams silently,
Wishing for nothing more
But a daddy who loved her,
And someone to care.
But she'll cry a little longer,
Wish a little harder.
With tears in her eyes
And scars on her wrists,
She picks up the gun
Staring at the bruises lining her legs.
"Its almost over," she whispers.
Taking one last, deep breath,
She hears the door fly open;
Knowing there's not much time,
Putting the bottle to her head,
She squeezes the trigger
Because all this time
People saw and people noticed-
But their wasn't anything anyone would do.

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