Little Girl

Self hate fills my veins for all I can see is violence.

I want to scream but I can not make one sound.

I drown in my own tears that have been brought on by terror.

Afraid to unleash a beast within that is crawling to the surface and suffocating me slowly.

Falling asleep into a darkest nightmare awoken by her screams and cries.

Someone should have saved her years ago.

She waits quietly alone.

I know her,

I know that little girl.

Author's Note

This is the first writing of mine I posted online.

Reviews

[E.V. Black]

This almost seems to tell a story. It is strange because I can relate to this. I've had much darkness in my life. I spent much time locked within my bedroom, alone and closed off from the world. Potently, I can still remember that little girl from my past crying alone. The only difference is that I was able to save her. I remember her, and she still exists within me. She is happier now. I hope your little girl has found her happiness as well.

[Be myself!]

I love this. The emotion is flowing off the page. good job

[InsanityIsBeautiful]

Thank you very much.

[Be myself!]

You are welcome