A little girl, only six years old

Sits and wonders, is the whole world cold?

Drug addict mother, alcoholic father

With this child, no one cared to bother

So alone and hungry, she goes to her room

While her father sits drinking

And her mother does shrooms

Her father comes in, that look on his face

Before she can say no, she’s caught in his embrace

She knows the drill, it’s happened before

She’s molested and beaten

And called a whore

Left there crying

On her bedroom floor–

Years pass by, but things stay the same

The little girl lives in fear and pain

Hurt and shame

In her eyes,

She has nothing left to lose or gain

She goes to her room and closes her door

Looks in the mirror and says i am a whore

Gun in hand, She closes her eyes, takes her last breath

Things that could have been prevented

Result in her death.