Little Girl

I can't help but wonder what the little girl I once was would be like today if you hadn't stolen her innocence away.

I can't help but wonder if she would be a bright and vibrant and fully functioning human being.

Instead of this puddle of self destruction. Would she care about herself more than she does now?

She can't help but to be angry with you. She never got a chance to really see the world for what it is.

Everything is just so dark and gloomy. She had to learn to survive and she had to learn to accept that after the first time you tore her apart she was never gonna be the same again.

She had to wipe her own tears and clean up your messes. She had to look evil right in face and not flinch as to what was gonna happen.

I'm sure if she had the chance now she would ask you why. I'm sure she would ask you if you regret what you did. Did you have any remorse for stealing her soul?

But it's to late now and she can't seem to shake this hatred for you. Now she's left to clean up after you once again. She's left with the mess you created.

I can't help but wonder what the little girl inside me would be today.. so I'll just live with the monster you created.

I'll continue to wipe my own tears and the regret of not doing everything I  could do to stop you.

The little girl inside is just a puddle of mush no longer existing. I can't help but wonder if I was just made for the taking.