oh child
Poor girl cried out with a Sound so small
And weak.
A lonely heart yearned oh for the love it couldnt speak.
Her silent screams for notice went unheard through the air.
Each passing moment added the burden she did bear.
Though riches seemed to follow where her
Footsteps led.
The emptiness within her heart was deeply bred.
She bit her trembling lip,a habit born
Of dread.
Hoping for a brighter dawn that laps ahead.
Her spirit begged for solace,a
Helping hand to find while shadows of her mind began to
Intertwine.
At school the harsh words cuts her like a sharpened
Knife,a constant wave of torment,stealing joy from her life.
Her music offered solace,beats made all alone,
A soundtrack to the sorrow that she had always known.
For twelve long years she walked a path that felt so wide,
With no true kindred spirit walking by her side.
By those she trusted most she
Often was betrayed,and in that crushing darkness
Her tender trust decayed.
She yearned for sweet revenge a feeling sharp an keen,
But knew that path would leave a scar, unseen.
Her aching heart was heavy a constant painful weight,
As self-disdain.
Consumed her sealed by the cruelest fate.Rhia aimee banks