When we were children
Being tucked into bed
There was always one thing
That we always had said
“Tell me a story,
Something really good,
Help me fall asleep,
Oh please I wish you would”
Well I have a story
Something to help you sleep
It may be scary and morbid
Just let your imagination creep
“There was a little child,
Once just like you,
With dreams and hopes,
That she thought would be true”
“Soon the little child,
Noticed something was not right,
Her parents were scary,
They seemed to hit her every night”
“She tried to run away,
But her parents always found her out,
Then they would beat her continually,
Until they made sure she would shout”
“As the girl grew older,
Her dreams became dim,
She thought nothing would get better,
Till one day she met him”
“This guy she fell in love with,
She thought of him all day,
Until she heard the truth,
She did not know what to say”
“It turned out he was a cheater,
Never even loved her at all,
She cried so hard that night,
All she could do was fall”
“Everything was going wrong,
She had enough of this,
In her drawer she grabbed a razor,
She held it to her wrist”
“The next to come is so terrible,
The blood flowed endlessly from her skin,
Red crimson so deep it mesmerized,
As she lost consciousness from within”
“She felt so numb that it did not matter,
She had no where else to go,
Her parents could not stand her,
And her one love had led her to this show”
“Her tears fell forever,
Seeming to never end,
Ideas started coming to her mind,
They came again and again”
“She took a piece of paper,
Began to write what was on her mind,
Pouring out her feelings mixed with tears,
‘Forever gone now, Lost Child’ she signed”
“With her last words written,
She picked up the razor once more,
Cutting so deep into herself,
That she was soon laying on the floor”
“With her last moments on earth,
She took her final breath,
Blood surrounding her frail figure,
She finally found sweet death”
“On the letter that she left,
She told about her abusive life,
To her lover she left ‘I Love You’,
And she told why she chose the knife”
“Now children when you go to bed,
I hope you remember this girl,
She is just like you inside,
This used to be me lost in the world"
“Now children time to sleep,
I hope I didn’t leave you too scared,
Good night little ones remember to have,
Broken dreams and pleasant nightmares” |
