A thousand nights ago, a little girl lay writhing in pain As drops of saltwater soaked the crimson-stained sheets Cries for help were silenced by the same ravishing hands that gripped her,as the man consumed her whole Her light was fading out,her hands stretched out towards a silhouette She was pleading, She was praying That the figure take a step forward,vanish the demon-man with her supposed light But the woman in the shadows did nothing She stood there cold as before She did not flinch nor expressed anything in her distant eyes She did not even claim the little girl after She left her underneath the darkness as the little girl died a million deaths It has been a long three years now and the little girl has grown And she feels all wrong Like she is too much Like she is never enough Because they took everything that she was You have cursed her with the belief that she can only attain love and enlightenment through another You have infected her with hate, now she craves the feel of the cold blade on her skin Her lips have grown fond of the taste of the poison And she constantly needs pain to numb the ache of emptiness This is not like those other ******* apologies because she is tired of apologizing for existing When you never apologized for the things that you allowed to happen Nor is this her playing the victim card and blaming you This exists to tell you that She is sinking The void is gaping She is losing And she is sorry for not being able to "**** it up" Because when little girls bleed,they cry And what they need is a mother's caress to help heal the wounds Because when little girls get victimized,they feel pain And what they need is a mother to protect them and dry their tears But you don't know that and she is sorry She is sorry that you never lived up to your title She is so ******* sorry Mom –W.