Her Life

Looking into the eyes of darkness,
I saw a little girl,
She was made fun of for her smartness,
Her thoughts were all a swirl.

As she struggles to find,
What was so deep inside,
Her parents must have been blind,
Swallowed up by the tide.

She lover her dad,
But not him to her,
He was always mad,
His sight a blur.

He could not see,
This beautiful child,
Not filled with glee,
So far the condition was mild.

He hit and kicked,
and badly abused,
So she took out her nife and did what she knew...to her arm she nicked,
But her dad was amused.

He found it quite funny,
But it causer her to cut,
She was no longer his hunny,
It would hurt her but....

It was the only pain that she could control now,
She made herself bleed,
Always she asked HOW?
Always she would need.

Till one day when her dad came home,
He was so drunk
His mouth started to foam,
He was no longer her hero.

He pulled out a knife,
And helped her to bleed,
He took her life,
With no time to plead.