She

*I know it's long and confusing, but perhaps if you really read it, you can understand. Or maybe, you are like everyone else, blind and misunderstanding.*

She was a happy child,
Until the year after six.
No matter what anyone does,
Her heart will never fix.

She uses her pen as comfort,
Writing her feelings down.
Everything she does,
Seems to make everyone frown.

She was beaten by her mother,
Tortured, smacked, and hit.
They would yell and scream at her,
She was forced to stay and sit.

She only loved her father,
Her sister and brother, they beat her too.
You can't even imagine,
If this were to happen to you.

You can't even begin to feel,
Or say you understand.
The only one who understood,
Was the knife upon her hand.

Every little scar,
You just turn away.
Just know it is your fault,
If you find her dead one day.

She was raped of innocence,
Crying out but no one hears.
God you were supposed to be there,
Releasing her of her fears.

No wonder why she doesn't believe in you,
You were never there.
You just watched carelessly,
After each passing stare.

She only needed that one night,
It doesn't make up for all the rest.
At least this wouldn't have added on,
To all the overwhelming stress.

See god, you don't get her,
I'm not sure even I do.
I only want to be there,
After everything she helped me through.

I hardly know this girl,
But I know of what she's been through.
If you really listened to her,
Maybe you'd know too.

But now it's too late god,
She's already given up hope.
You were heartless, oh so cruel,
You selfish hating dope.

She turns to her knife each night,
Clutching it under each finger.
She cries in her room all day,
There the pain enjoys to linger.

She looks around,
Remembering being torn from under the bed.
She looks at her toy box,
See the blood stain from her head.

Look at her closet,
There's her crying corner.
She is dying slowly,
Do you even mourn her.

I hope you drown in guilt,
For everything you have done.
She was but a child,
Now her innocence is gone.

She slits her wrists,
She only wants to be your friend.
She thinks about killing you each night,
She only has good will to send.

Guilt settling in,
I hope it rots you down.
You don't deserve her,
Stop jerking her around.

'True happiness is found in love',
Well what if that love isn't really there.
She was hurt so many times,
I believe you don't even care.

Now look up at her door,
She is trying to hide that noose.
Too bad that when she turns to it,
You'll be to drunk to cut it loose.

She was raised a living hell,
It was oh so hurtful.
You would twist her arm,
Pain erupting as you pull.

She would scream and yell at you,
Begging you to release.
Look over at that broken lamp,
Ignoring her shattered pleas.

She so despised you,
She wouldn't look you in the eyes.
Look over at her pillow,
Tear stained from her cries.

Just look around her room,
You can see her pain.
Maybe you are blind like the rest,
Those tears are not the rain.

See that puddle on the ground,
That is not coloured juice.
See those markings on the wall,
Leftover from self abuse.

Sure they have been washed off,
But they are never gone.
Everywhere she looks,
They reappear from what she has done.

Does it shame her,
Not at all.
Look at the dents on the ground,
Imagining each and every fall.

People only see the marks,
They're too dense to reach within.
They only want to spread rumours,
Of her every sin.

In my eyes she is perfect,
Maybe it is me that's blind.
Helping her escape,
From this state of mind.

So many poems I read like this,
But none quite so sad.
They all end with the mystery being as them,
I'm sorry it's so bad.

For in this poem,
It is not me.
Only one person can translate my words,
I hope you know I see.

2004-Megan-A friend ?