I would like to tell you a story,
a story of a little girl I knew
and this is how her story goes
from my point of view:
I knew this little girl,
a cheerful little thing.
She smiled through life with a spring in her step
curious
about what life will bring.
Though she was an optimist,
it turns out
life
was not.
She just wanted to be herself and
loved
but that wasn't what she got.
Though many people surrounded her
it turned out she was all
alone
with people who didn't see her
and without a place to call
home.
It all started when she was very young,
no,
not old at all.
Nothing could prepare her for what was to come,
for she was only
small.
Her father had walked out on her,
her mother never cared,
and the only ever joy she felt
was for a dog,
and the love they shared.
Her mother didn't want her,
apparently,
she wasn't enough
to warrant
a mother's love
who knew that'd be so tough.
Her father was a silly man
who tried
but never pulled through
he filled her with hopes and promises
that would never
ever
come true.
And life was hard
for this little girl,
full of troubles
and tears.
Still she fought and kept her smile
even through the years.
Her love
for the dog had grown,
he was her friend when she was d
o
w
n
she had no one else
who cared, you see
and the dog was the only
one around.
But as the years begin to number
she found it harder to keep her
s e
mil
Her troubles were pilling up on her
and she'd falter
for a while
but no one seemed to notice
or
they just didn't care.
So she continued on, alone with the dog
and the love
that they share.
Now jump forward a couple of years
and the dog is present no more,
the little girl is alone again
and living feels like a chore.
Still she fought to keep
her smile,
even on rough days,
but it's hard to keep a smile
on,
when you feel like you're running
through a maze.
And there's only so much
hurt
you can feel,
before it tears you a p a r t .
This little girl tried so hard you see,
but they all
shot
her in the heart.
She fought,
this little girl
she fought
until it was too much
but now
that little girl is
gone.
and all I did was watch.
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This Little Girl And Me
PoetryA collection of poems about love, loss, and abandonment. ****currently being updated**** Content warning - implicite implications of depression, self-harm, neglect, and emotional abuse.
