A Girl Like That...

A girl like that,
Full of shame,
Her friends and family,
Full of blame,
Her daddy abused her,
But now no more,
She took herself out,
Of the hell she endured.

A girl like that,
Sweet and demure,
Raped of innocence,
Not offered a cure,
A pure white dove,
Locked in a cage.

Beaten down,
Her soul had died,
Long before she did,
But her story survives,

A girl like that,
Smart and gifted,
To grow up like that,
A paradigm needing to be shifted,
No one to love her,
No one to care,
She would scream and cry,
But no one was there.

And the letter she wrote,
On her destined day,
Read short and sweet,
And it’s sad to say,
That “no one loved me,
No one cared,
I would cry and I would scream,
No one was there.
So here I am,
And I have a gun,
And I'm sitting here thinking,
My life’s just begun,
But even if it ended,
All of it, today,
I don’t think I could live with my memory’s dismay.
I can’t stand the beatings,
I can’t stand the abuse,
But what hurts worse than the bruises,
Is my broken heart,
And it’ll never be fixed,
So the gun wins, my part.
I have the gun,
And it’s in my hand,
It would be simple to let it all end.
And keep in mind,
That if this is found,
I must be dead,
Lying on the ground,
The memories are what kill,
Not the kicks,
Not the punches,
I could live with the cruel words,
And the long, lonely lunches,
But Ill never get over,
What was done,
So now I’m here,
Just me and my gun.”

No one would listen,
No one tried,
To help her out,
Although she would cry.
Even her friends,
Of which she had few,
Couldn’t care less,
About her frequent abuse.
So she went out and found,
The support that she needed,
A 9-millimeter pistol,
Is what she conceded.
It would always be there,
Awaiting her call,
And when she reached her wits end,
She thought about it all,
No reason to continue,
She couldn’t move past,
It’s the memories that kill,
And the pain from the past.

A bloodstained letter,
But not one single tear,
Was shed that day,
And it’s all so clear.

A girl like that,
Easy to break,
Life is hard,
But the memories aren’t fake.

A girl like that,
Just needed some love,
To turn her around,
But the gun got the white dove.

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