the little child

Im desperately scared. Im hurting deep within.,
the child within me is wounded.
who knows where it started, well it started with you leaving
it started with you showing me Im alone.

The child within me weeps and weeps,.
cries that nobody can hear,
they have drowned out the sounds with the tv.

The child stays mute
she knows in her heart
she cant change them
she cant make them who they should of been

They tell her to go away
they shout that the tv is more important
that its time to walk out the door
can they sense that child is crying
she's asking to be heard
she's asking for acceptance
and love

Somewhere down the road
the bullies lie,
they made her feel unsafe
when she would of been ok
making her feel that the arson was meant for her.
submitted her to shame
and ridicule.
too much on top of such a narrow frame.

Along the way
this child has lost her direction
she feels she would be better off
disappearing into thin air
she doesn't want people to blame themselves
when she finally does turn to leave.
because she's fought and fought.

The jigsaw seems too hard
the pieces are just too intricate,
and the child who's weeping has nowhere to let out her tears.
they fall inside,
their not even noticed
she puts up a front a brave fake persona.
but really this child is curled in the corner, in a hunched position,
innocent and unknowingly a victim of life.

So who can save her
There is no miracle cure
and she's feeling so uninspired and the strength is lacking
she is so tired.

the traumatic memories are too much to bear.
she lives in the past
but a child to grow into a woman
a step has been
missed.

So the innocent child
accepts her destiny
that sooner or later
letting go is the way

and she's finally at peace.