Looking at the small child in all the pictures
Not believing all the hopes and dreams
Knowing now that she’ll be crushed
Never will she have a lover
Only hurt and pain will come
Never will she be a warrior
Only weak and defenseless herself
Never will she help others
Only seeking help herself
Never will she stand in a courtroom
To defend those who are defenseless like herself
Never will she see the love of her child
Looking up into her eyes
Never will she ride on her ranch
Nor see the horses run and play
Never will she see her new puppy
Only seeing the darkness of the night
Never will she stand in the mirror on prom night
And think “oh my god my senior prom and I have a date”
Never will she be old and gray
Only a bone six feet under
Setting aside the pictures
Taking one last look at the small child
I used to be
Wondering where I went wrong
How could I have once been the girl,
With all these hopes and dreams
Setting the knife in the box
I close the lid
Setting out the note with a rose on top

 
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