I'm going to tell you a tale
about a little girl
who's life god didn't put together very well.
Her mom always beat her.
she was raped at such an early age
everyone she ever loved
didn't feel the same.
she couldn't stand the pain.
she couldn't stand the sorrow
everything she was waiting for
she hoped would come tomorrow.
her mom hit her
so she would try to run away
but every time she got caught
it just caused her more pain.
she never did anything to deserve such abuse
her mom made her feel so low
"please mommy stop" she would beg
that cry would get her another blow
she must not have been loved
for she was punished by cigarette burns
her face black and blue
her little arm broken in two.
she would hit her hard
and call her names
"your a waste
and should be ashamed"
I love you mommy was all she said.
"shut your mouth" she would scream
or i will hit you again.
she couldn't stand the pain
she couldn't stand the sorrow
everything she waiting
she hoped would come tomorrow
she never saw this coming
this wasn't how she wanted the night to end
she was set up
by someone she thought was her "best friend"
she thought it would be fun
but for what she didn't know
her "best friend" betrayed her
the true side of this guy would show
he jumped on her, she screamed please get off
treated like a w****
like she deserved it
almost like it was what she was asking for
as she tried to get him off
he said oh baby your so tight
then slammed her head against the heater
and said "don't try to fight"
afterword's she just sat their in pain
not knowing what to do
tell she heard him scream
"b**** i will kill you.
she couldn't stand the pain
she couldn't stand the sorrow
everything she was waiting for
she hoped would come tomorrow
Andy you hurt her you did
what you said was a lie
all she wants is her like to end
what she wants is to die.
she thought you were the one who cared
she thought you loved her with all your heart
that you were meant to be together
and that you would never part.
It was the best time of her life
love that she thought would never die
not even from the end of a knife
she really thought you loved her
all she knew was she loved you
she went through all those abusive relationships
and you helped her through
plus she had to deal with her mom
but she could take the beatings
cause she had you, and you helped her through
all she knew was she loved you.
she couldn't stand the pain
she couldn't stand the sorrow
everything she was waiting for
she hoped would come tomorrow.
But what all these people that hurt her didn't know
every night she came home
she would run into her bathroom
to rid the pain inside her little soul
she couldn't stop, she pushed and pushed
as she looked in the mirror
she watched the crimson flow
mixing with every icy tear
looking in the mirror
only brought tears
she couldn't stand her life
at only 14 years
on her arm she created a pretty picture or a time line of her life
no patch of peach skin left
every little scar carved by a knife
the next morning she woke up
pain on each arm
each cut still crimson red
all she wanted was to be dead
she couldn't stand the pain
she could't stand the sorrow
everything she was waiting for
wasn't coming tomorrow
so that morning when she went to school
she decided life was to much
so she took 200 pills
before she got on the bus.....................
lying on the bathroom floor
her "best friend" came running in
calling 911 on her phone
its fine you will be fine and your not alone
her eyes half way open
she can barely see
all that is around
is people in green
they put her in the ambulance
and pulled out of the parking lot
this isn't how it was suppose to work
she wasn't suppose to get caught.............
this little girl was treated and still living
but she still is always depressed
and we don't know when her next attempt will be
oh and i forgot to tell you that little girl was me.
this is true everything. please comment and vote i would really like to know what you think.
this is a true story about a friend of mine i was inspired to wite casue i know what she goes through ever night it was sad for me to write but i wrote in place of me to protect her name