- Books, Literature, and Writing
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 told her there's no need to grieve by now the worst is past.
But shes 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.