The Old Photograph

Cleaning my room the other day I found an old photo It was of a beautiful little girl She had dark hair, dark as night And the biggest blue eyes I’ve ever seen I couldn’t believe it, this was me! I must’ve been around 7 Then I looked closer, it wasn’t me The girl was smiling, I never smile This girl had no bruises, but had her innocence I was opposite, bruises and no innocence This girl had never been beat or rapped, or forgotten She was perfect I almost asked who the girl was, Then decided I shouldn’t, Something told me she was gone, Forever I looked again at the old photo Shocked by the resemblance The longer I looked, The more I remembered A life without beatings and rape. Then I shuddered and threw the photo away It was of a girl long dead and long gone She didn’t exist anymore