there was once this girl
she loves ice cream twirls
and she loves it when her hair is curled
she loves the color black and red
one day, blood stains shed.
her mom found out
all she could do was pout
her parents told her to explain
explain all the pain.
she explained everything, but again.
no one believed her, no one understand her.
they didnt believe her, no one does.
she cried, and she tried to be strong thus
her parents are mad.
while there she is sad.
she didnt really did it in purpose
she surely said the truth
but still, no one believed her.
and what hurt the most is when her parents told her that
"say anything you want, no one will believe you."
and that girl is me.
