I remember that it hurt,
to see you hurt.
The destruction he caused,
cursed your self-being.
Once a lovely flower,
but now a lonely ****.
Your eyes tell stories of the complete
chaos he put you through.
I sit,
and I read you.
Over and over.
Discovering your lost hopes by
each ****** expression,
each body movement,
And yet your silent.
Lost in a nightmare.
Reminiscing about the memories he left you behind to cry with.
And all I can do is sit,
and watch you pick up the pieces
he shattered of you.

At 6 she wanted to be a ballerina
At 8 she wanted to be a veterinarian
At 10 she wanted to be a teacher
At 13 she wanted to be pretty
At 16 she wanted to be dead

But..

At 18 she graduates high school
At 20 she studies for her final
At 22 she gets her diploma
At 24 she finds her career
At 26 she whispers "I do"
At 28 she holds her new born child
At 30 she wipes her tears and says

"I made it"