Little Girl

There was a little girl,
she was five years old,
and had a heart of gold.

That little girl changed,
she was ten years old,
she dreamed of being a teenager,
having freedom.

The little girl grew up,
she was fifteen years old,
her heart was no longer made of gold,
she stared in the mirror in disgust,
she slit her wrists every night.

There was a little girl,
who never grew to be free,
she died by eighteen.