The Girl’s Story

Once upon a time,

There was a young woman

Who didn't see

The value of life,

It's inherent beauty

Lost on her chestnut eyes

Her father drank,

Day in, day out,

It was always

The same dull gray,

Color drained from every

Former joy of life

Her heart beat,

But only from strife,

Nothing else enough

To make her feel,

So many emotions forced

Everyday, the girl

Donned a familiar mask,

Hiding the hate,

The resentment festering

Far down, deep within

To state it simply,

The young girl

Wanted nothing more

Than to die

Everytime her parents fought,

Fueled by the influence

Of that toxic concoction,

She thought about it

More and more,

She considered it

Lying awake, far into

The dark, dismal night,

The girl imagined a different life,

An escape from all this pain

Some nights, she still ponders,

Wondering when

It will finally end,

For even now,

Not a single thing

Has changed