The Story of a Little Girl

by BlueEyedMystery   May 8, 2006


I saw her sitting there,
Her face so pale,
There was silence,
As the rain fell.

She slowly rose,
And walked towards me,
I began to grow cold,
When she asked, "Can you help me?".

My mouth was open,
But no words were said,
My body started shaking,
When she held out her hand.

I took her small hand,
And said I'd help,
When she gave me the knife,
I could tell how she felt.

"I can not live in a world,
with so many lies,
All the people are fake,
Can you help me die?".

My shaking hand,
Took the knife,
She stared at me,
Then closed her eyes.

That night,
A little girl died,
But after her death,
I realized.

I realized I couldn't live,
The guilt was all but through,
The little girl didn't die alone,
Because that night, I died too.

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  • 16 years ago

    by DeepLife

    The was a slap of pure reality!
    The last line was a deep punch for me.
    It so bittersweet...poeple really do feel like that.

  • 16 years ago

    by Nelle

    Oh my gosh! That was absolutely amazing hun. I loved it. I know that feeling all to well, I loved the power that came out with every word that you wrote. It was amazing. I know I already said that, but I loved it. I literally was imagining a girl coming to me, and that happening. Your description in all of it was wonderful.

  • 16 years ago

    by she

    Sad,good, and interesting

  • 16 years ago

    by JustKristina

    Woah, this is way farfetched, but yet, it makes you think. i suggest that maybe building up to the climax, because it kinda fell from the point of where you said the little girl died. maybe go into detail about how the person felt guilty, or something. thats just my opinion. but this was really good, and gave me the chills!! keep it up! :]

  • 16 years ago

    by A l y s s a

    Honestly, I am amazed! This is so powerful & emotion filled. You have such a gift with words. I loved this.

    Ally. x

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