The not-so-little-girl
Sits in the corner
Of her princess themed room,
Curled into a ball
As her swollen eyes
Take in the mess of her room
And the mess of her life.

Her eyes,
Too exhausted of tears,
Peer at how it all changed
When so little
Has seemed to change.

Her parent’s mouths
Used to be for fairy-tales and lullabies,
For goodnight kisses and happy smiles.

Now,
They’re used for harsh words,
For lies and abuse.

Her mind
Used to be for daydreams
And playing hide-&-seek with imaginary friends.

Now,
It’s used for cynicism and overthinking,
For self-hatred and self-harming thoughts.

As the aging girl sits in her room,
Curled into that tight ball
Of fear, sorrow, tears, and self-inflicted pain,
She thinks of how it all changed.
She thinks of how she wants her old life back,
How she wants to love her room again,
How she wants to love her life again.

But her not-so-innocent-mind
Refuses to let her believe in silly dreams.
So instead, she gathers up her heavy soul
From the corner of that room
And releases it from the pain-filled world.