Empty Vesil

the soul of a little girl
wonders through my room
she clims up the bunk bed
that's no longer there
she puts temporary tattoos
on her daddy's legs
she sets up forts and
opens her very own restrant
she has a cash register and everything

a tormented girl sits on her bed
asking herself
"was it something I said"
her legs and arms bruised up
from the torture of her closest family
her mind trying to hide
her pain from those who care
and forces a smile

the soul of a girl
who used to be free
lays in bed
right next to me
she doesn't yet know
that soon she'll be dead
that everything she loves
will be soon taken
from under her
and the girl she'll become
will be an empty vesil