-x-Kerrianne-x-
01-07-2005, 02:50 PM
I honestly dont know what struck me to write this poem but I actually thought that this was quite upsetting. It came straight from the heart x
For those who are wondering, This is not based on a true story.
You could see it in her eyes,
Something was wrong deep inside,
The way she used to cry at night,
The way that she held on oh so tight.
She used to cry herself asleep,
For this memory just would keep,
She can remember the image of the man,
The way she escaped the best she can.
His words were 'I'll come back for you'
The girl sat there hoping this was untrue,
She locked the windows and the doors,
She told the police aswell, of-course.
She sat there and she waited,
For this man that she had hated,
She couldn't take it, just incase
The fear that she had in her face.
Then the newspapers they read,
Big bold letters: Young girl, Dead.
This poor girl was only eleven,
Now in a safer place called Heaven.
She was a victim of child abuse,
We need to put something into use.
For those who are wondering, This is not based on a true story.
You could see it in her eyes,
Something was wrong deep inside,
The way she used to cry at night,
The way that she held on oh so tight.
She used to cry herself asleep,
For this memory just would keep,
She can remember the image of the man,
The way she escaped the best she can.
His words were 'I'll come back for you'
The girl sat there hoping this was untrue,
She locked the windows and the doors,
She told the police aswell, of-course.
She sat there and she waited,
For this man that she had hated,
She couldn't take it, just incase
The fear that she had in her face.
Then the newspapers they read,
Big bold letters: Young girl, Dead.
This poor girl was only eleven,
Now in a safer place called Heaven.
She was a victim of child abuse,
We need to put something into use.