Once upon a time ,
On a summer’s evening,
Did we hear the cries of a baby girl,
Coming out of her mothers womb
“O’ what such Purity!” , did the angels exclaim,
“O’ what such beauty” , did the family proclaim
God had certainly created a jewel
The child ,
Oh so virginal ,
Was carried home
And the doors were shut closed.
God’s plan ,
For this entity began
Behind closed doors did the turmoil begin
The naïve little child ,
Did not know what true love meant
Did it mean the misdeeds of her parents?
“SLAP!”
“BANG!”
“CRASH!”
Yes this is surely affectionate ,
As shown by the marks across her tender skin
Behind closed doors was the depression casted
The fragile child ,
Did not know what true happiness meant
Perhaps the feeling of escape?
Sprinting to hide under a deep void ,
To hide within her gloom
Yes , shelter , surely was happiness
For the outside world was casted out
Behind closed doors did the craziness begin
The dismal child
Did not know what true peace meant
Maybe the sensation of numbness?
As she grabbed the blade,
To cut her silicone skin
Yes , this surely is peace
As all her problems seeped onto the bathroom sink
To be washed away
Yes , this is serenity
Once upon a time ,
A child was born on a summers evening ,
Unfortunately did her soul ,
Pass away that very night.
