Once upon a time, there was a young girl,
And the young girl was happy, and smiled,
Until the world came crashing down on her,
And her only light, and shining star was gone.
Her world was shattered and broken,
And the smiles were now only fake,
She was alone in the world full of cruelty and angst,
And it was more then she could take.
Her father became an alcoholic,
And became an aggressive monster,
He would rip the broken family to shreds,
And would leave them to clean up the mess after.
The young girl was terrified of the man he'd become,
And the person she had been made to become herself,
She cried every night when the clock struck twelve,
And her door would be smashed and knocked to the floor.
She would scream and cry, being punished for her imperfections,
None of the work she did was ever good enough,
The marks were too low yet they were the highest,
And she could not hide away from the times that were rough.
She called out for her angel, her only shining star,
But she knew he couldn't hear her calling his name,
She knew that her savior could now not come and save her,
And could only leave her in more pain then deserved.
She hid away by the wall in the school grounds,
As the older kids came by and tripped her,
They hit her, they kicked her, and hurt her badly,
Yet to her it was all just the same everyday.
She fell asleep in classes, from the sleep she lacked from worry,
Her grades fell more and more, as her concentration faded away,
She walked home alone in the rain and the storms,
In fear of what she'd see when she walked through the door.
Now she's a few years older, but she is still feeling the pain,
Only now she copes with it badly, and writes it on her walls,
With the relief that comes with the fountains of memories,
And the whirlpools of spiraling dark troubled times,
She doesn't feel like she belongs to the world now,
And she is wanting to end it all, for good,
But she has a new angel watching over her,
And still the eyes of her brother are with her.
Young girl if you can hear me, wherever you are,
Please stop to think of the ones that love you,
Don't hurt yourself more then you have done already,
I am telling you this from your heart,
I know you can still feel the pain, and sadness,
From all the things dealt in the past,
But I am your memory telling you that,
All pain is built to last.
[ I don't know where it came from. It's just things I was remembering ]
