This Little Girl

There’s a story of a little girl
That people fail to see
A girl, who just wanted a friend
And tried to be as invisible as can be

When this little girl was 6
She was the one considered queer
During kindergarten she ate lunch, all alone
But at that age, nothing was clear

She thought that she was normal
And the rest were just strange
But as this little girl grew older
Things began to change

When this little girl was 8
She had made a best friend
That people failed to see
Most likely, because she was pretend

The little girl was just like any other
But people failed to see
That heart of gold this child had
A soul just wanting to be free

When this little girl was 10
She starting judging little things
Like calling herself obese
Although she was like a tiny piece string

It had suddenly became clear
That her life was just a waste
She had no knowledge
That she had many more obstacles to be faced

When this little girl was 12
She went into a deep depression
Leading her into smoking
This eventually became an obsession

This girl, who is now anorexic
Has a thought that no one cares
Not even her family loved her
She just wants someone to be there

When this little girl was 14
Her arms were covered in red
This red was blood from the scars
Each with the will to be dead

Every night she wishes she was dead
But tonight, she finally contained no fright
To fulfill her destiny and dream
A suicide note she decided to write

And this is what the little girl had said:
“My dream has finally come true
No more putting up with me
Because my life is through…

I was just another life wasted
For all of that pretend to care:
Just live on your merry lives.
It would be the same, even if I was there …

I am dead, and I hold my head high
I bid everyone farewell
Maybe your life will be better.
I will see you all in hell.”

This poor little girl was now dead
Everyone failed to see
That there was a heart in the girl.
This little girl, was me.

Written in July of 2004 ©

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