Little Girl

The day this was written was very bad, indeed. Contemplating suicide, searching for something to cling to, some way to save my own life.

Who loves the little girl
Who lives inside of me
Who longs for trust
And hopes to be
A person that is loved
A woman that is free?

The little girl had a heart
But now is all alone
Not loving and not loved
Yearning for a home
Looking for a special place
That she can call her own

The sin that's held in the dark
Will never go away
The pain she has in her soul
Is forever here to stay
And a little girl ends the pain
In her own special way.