She sits alone
No one knows
No one cares
She cries to herself wishing they'd dare.
To know of what has happened
To see what she's seen
Life as she knows it is but a terrible dream.
Thinking of the awful horrors he put her through
She screams
Though no one hears
Everything is so vivid, so clear.
Awful thoughts flow through her head.
Dreadful things that should be left unsaid.
With a gun in hand
She struggles to stand
Ready to pull the trigger
The smell of blood will soon linger.
BANG! Her bedroom door swings open.
A small scream followed by a wee little voice.
***** What are you doing?"
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
She sits alone
No one knows
No one cares
She cries to herself wishing they'd dare.
To know of what has happened
To see what she's seen
Life as she knows it is but a terrible dream.
Thinking of the awful horrors he put her through
She screams
Though no one hears
Everything is so vivid, so clear.
Awful thoughts flow through her head.
Dreadful things that should be left unsaid.
With a gun in hand
She struggles to stand
Ready to pull the trigger
The smell of blood will soon linger.
BANG! Her bedroom door swings open.
A small scream followed by a wee little voice.
***** What are you doing?"
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