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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Little Girl
[time] => 2004-05-18 02:20:38
[hometext] => Performed at Take Back The Night 2003.
[bodytext] => The Little Girl A little girl lay in bed Making herself feel numb, she prays to be dead She feels so dirty, full of shame She still hurts even though he tells her it’s only a game She’s scared to go on, scared to live This sweet pure love she desires no one will give She closes her eyes in hopes to not feel The part of her he’s about to steal She curls up in a ball so warm and tight To calm and ease her pain all through the night He takes her wrists and pins her down Punches her face and rips her gown Screams at her not to cry Or else he’d have to make her die She’s been forced to give him all of her trust Forced to fall into her sickened lust He looks for such lust in her saddened eyes And talks to her about love, his perverted lies He runs his tongue across her chest Then again along her breast Now he moves to touch her below No where to run, nowhere to go Wrapped in a realm of excruciating pain Drowning in the drops of blood red rain Her eyes water yet a tear will not drop Too scared to cry she wants to yell stop! But with his breath so close upon her neck She can’t move much less object She was a little girl, no innocence to maintain She feels so much rage, so much shame She never knew a man’s hands could hurt so much An angry blow, a lustful touch Ignoring all her whimpering cries He dug more bruises inside her thighs She feels like everything is all her fault Even though he, he is the adult The mistake is his, so why does she have to pay? With every breath of everyday She cries many tears of pain, many tears of sorrow Wishing and hoping for a better tomorrow Inside, her fragile heart breaks Physically her tortured body aches So longs she’s had to live through her fears So long she’s had to dry her own tears She tries to scream but no one can hear her cry Scared and alone she wishes to die If there was a dream she could make come true It would be to have life, life brand new She begs and prays for a day of vengeance to soon come So he can pay for what he’s done The horrible pain that makes her groan The sickened control that makes him moan For her young body will never be the same All because of his sickening game Copyright @ Amanda Bentley [comments] => 4 [counter] => 240 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Amanda_Interrupted [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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