The Girl

A little girl sat there staring at a wall,
As she felt the tears start,she soon bawls.
Everything passing by in a blur,
Her suffering as if there was no cure.
The little girl looks like a statue,
Never moving as people walk threw.
Living her life to their beck and call,
As she feels herself start to fall.
Nothing catching her in her nightmares,
Nothing to stop all her fears.
The shadows dancing every wear,
Tho nothing is there.
She's sitting in a corner staring out,
her mind is filled with doubt.
Sincethe years passed by,
the shadows of her past are seen in her eyes.
Not much has changed,
She's still just as pained.
Her parents doubt and remorse,
sending her in a different course.
She's suppose to trudge up hill,
not down to sit on the window sill.
No happiness shining threw,
Nothing exciting and new.
The suns smiling face,
covered and hidden to keep it safe.
For it to stay away from her,
so her body can stay achy and sore.
Living life almost as a chore,
For her pretty, perfect parent tho...
Her father never seemed to love her,
Treating her as if she was a whore.
Her life is slipping away,
with the sand carried by a wave.
Moving in out of the shore,
As rocks and papers get tore.
Leaving only a little bit of her past,
As she leaves, for the rest of the time, at last