Who would have known ?
There is a girl fourteen going on fifteen
a child by heart, but a woman by appearance
she is alone, but yet deeply surrounded
Who would have known, what her eyes could behold
A quick glance into eyes so cold
Told stories upon stories of a tear untold
How her father who claimed love for her, abused her
The men she let into her heart and loved, used her
The pointed fingers from friends, family, strangers, accused her
What was this poor innocence to do, with icey tears and a heart ground to mold
With a future full of saddness to know
She wept and went silently to her blade
Slit her wrists and watched the blood cascade
and with her last breath this child, let a last tear escape her eye
Then quietely wished the world goodbye...