The Little Girl

I saw a little girl,
With hair of crimson red.
She began to cry,
And reached her hand out to me.

I asked what was wrong,
She shrugged.
She was blank,
Insecure.

The little girl fell over.
I saw the blood on her face.
Her crimson hair shone bright in the sun.
I knelt down beside her,
And to my surprise,
Her beautiful red hair
Lost all its life.
The crimson color was now black,like her soul.
Her limp,lifeless body
Lie there in the dust.
Who could she be?

I saw a little girl today...
And that little girl was me.