Back to the days

I dont want to be
Hiding all alone
The little girl wishing
She wasn't of her own

Wanting so bad
To be free of her plight
Wanting everything
To be just right

Go back to the days
Where daddy didn't drink
Back to the days
She proudly wore pink

Pink turned to black
No more frills Barbies or dolls
Just salt licked face
Pressed into these walls

Black from eyes dripping
Red swirling down
Ruby red lips
Replaced with a frown

Back to the days
When mommy was alive
When no one was a stranger
We happily thrived

Lived in a house
Instead of this hole
When being a daughter
Was my only role

Being protected
Instead of the shield
Living the life
Before my wounds healed

Back to the days
I felt loved and adored
Not the scared little girl
Left lost and ignored

Back to the days
I felt free
Not the chained up little girl
Staring back at me

Just back to the days...