Recognition

I met my little girl today, I had to recognize; pain that was bestowed on her. Hurt kept deep inside. She never craved attention or notoriety. By pretending nothing happened she thought she could be free. But no one seemed to notice, they did not want to see. So she erased the memory in hopes it'd cease to be. I told her that her suffering was not what she deserved. Performed by satan's minions to please the one they serve. I said there is no need to grieve, by now the worst has passed. But she's heard too many liars and the stories that they cast. It's doubtful we will meet again, she knows its time to go. There were just a few things I wanted her to know.