4 Year Old
I bet four year old me never saw this coming.
I bet she never thought she would be sitting all alone in her room crying,
Dreaming of dying.
Poor girl. But now she's covered in scars.
She wants to be happy but she will only be happy one she's dead.
That little four year old girl is not so little and innocent anymore.
She is now 14 and buried underneath red roses.
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