Little Girl
Little girl
Used to be happy
Hated love stories
She thought they were sappy.
Little girl
Grown up
Now she is a young lady.
But not happy.
She’s always putting on a disguise
To mask her pain
She’s always sad
But pretends she’s fine.
Now she envies love stories.
Envies the pretty and gorgeous girls at school
Wishing she was as pretty.
She stands short and is picked on
Called things from
Whore
Slut
Thot
Cunt
Useless
Worthless
Ugly
Hideous
Freak
Bitch
Attention Whore
And more
She tries to ignore the mean kids
But they just beat her
She keeps it bottled in
She keeps it a secret
Afraid to tell
Afraid they won’t believe
Every night she brings the blade to her skin
Leaving marks from her arms and her stomach down to her thighs.
Little girl is scared
Little girl screams for help
Yet all alone she stands.
She can’t take it no more
She takes the blade that always comforts her and cuts too deep.
She takes her final breath.
Now do you believe
The little girl?
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Author:
Cynthia Whittaker (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 10th, 2018 11:33
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem about me and what I go through.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 25
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Comments2
Great write
Hold on tight "little girl" and don't let anyone throw you down. The blade cuts into your flesh and it's not fair. Confort will come, you need to be strong. Write, read and speak. Don't be afraid. The little girl will grow into a strong woman. Remember! Karma always pays back those who hurt others. You lay back and wait. Help and justice will one day arrive.
thank you
Anytime. If you need to talk, feel free. You'll always have a listener. A fathers hug to you.
whats a "fathers hug" is that like when a father hugs their child?
Yes. I'm old enough to be your father. It's sad when a child, that should be full of life and laughter, is in so much pain.
yes very sad 🙁
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