Little girl only knows the ways of her little world.
She doesn't know her life is bad.
Why would she doubt the choices of her Mom and Dad?
Put out of home and bounced around,
Told everyone else was bad.
Little girl, poor little girl,
Naive for that I'm glad.
What is wrong with you?
How did you do such damage no one can undo?
Maybe I would understand if I took a walk in your shoes,
But I refuse to chance catching crazy.
At the root of it all,
Your sadness radiates.
When times just get to be too much,
You self medicate,
The pain away but just for now.
But relief, it comes too late,
Try you might to numb yourself,
As pain does lie in wait.
So why do you hold on?
Live to sleep, why do you wake?
What's the point of living,
When Life you so forsake?
We hurt for you although in vain.
With our hearts bleeding
We put your name in prayers,
But no amount of pleading,
Penetrates one so unaware.
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