My Little Suicide
Little ears and Little eyes
Tend to see what we deny
Wounds that harm, wounds that bleed
No one speaks of her harmful deed
She left me here to take the blame
I knew it then, it was no game
No hugs or kisses, left for me
No more love is what I see
No time for answers, nor questions for she
Who is to be here, for poor little me?
Now I am all grown on my own
She is not here only her bones
I look to my little one and wonder how I could do.....
The same thing Mother as YOU?
Copyright © Alisha Wren | Year Posted 2006
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