A little Girl

As all the days of my life go by,
Each one darker and colder than the last,
I feel so alone and empty,

My feelings are muddled,
Wondering whether to wait or just let go,
I can’t decide,

I find myself, sitting in a corner,
Waiting for a sign,

A sign of life,
Or a sign of death,

My fire inside has nearly burnt out,
That spark I used to have, is almost gone forever,

I can’t take it anymore,
One day it will all be gone,
And I’ll have no one to blame but myself,

For that fire inside, are now just ashes,
Of what used to live there once,

A little girl,
Whose life was a mess,
A mess that no one but herself could fix,

She said her good-byes,
And slowly faded away,
Into another beautiful day,

Were she could no longer be hurt,
By the ones she loved most,

As she left them behind,
On a place she called earth.

© Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on June 28th, 2004