Hopeless Child

Hopeless child, locked away forever.
Her lips sealed, promising stories to come.
Pale and weak, black matted hair draping her shoulders.
Blood stained clothes on the floor in the corner.
To remind her of the abuse she had.

Green eyes, tightly closing trying to force out demons.
Deafening screams emerging from her dark room.
Small child never to see the world.
Will anyone come to save this child from her hell?

Wanting nothing more then to take her place.
To be the one who is suffering instead of her.
Young child, suffering in a world full of hate

Slowly opening the door, bright white light shining Thur.
"I'm here" I say, I must save her from this world.
She is only a child, so much more to live in her life.
I may not be doing much, but in her eyes.
I'm a everlasting memory, that saved her...

Now I take her place, in her room, so dark and silent.
The stench is unbearable, bloody rags litter the floor.
How could that frail being take so much pain?
Now I wonder, as I try my best to live my life.
In her hell.

Slowly crying myself to sleep, with every minute that passes.
The room, is freezing. No food, nor water to help my hunger pains.
I wonder how much more I can take, before I snap.

I tried my hardest, to save that child, but I was late.
She passed on to the heaven, days after being freed from this hell hole.
Now I wonder if I should take my life, to be with this child.
So many thoughts racing Thur my head.

I sit on my bed, razor to my wrists. With one last breath.
I say a quick prayer to god, before I end it all.
"I shall die before I awake, I pray the lord
my soul to keep, Forgive all who have done wrong.
Take me to a safer place, for lord I am sorry.
I shall die before I awake.
Amen."

Slowly making slices across my wrists, tears streaming down my cheeks.
The sting of the tears, hitting the wounds.
I lay myself neatly on the floor, rocking myself as I die.
Now, we are away from this hell hole, in a place, full of warmth and love.

©Megan - 2005