Once she was an innocent child
Not wanting to believe and not being able to comprehend the evil of this world,
The one that she lived in
Then one day that all changed
The day that life decided to start killing her inside, ever so slowly
All of the friends she had started drifting away from her,
One of them moving away
She was too afraid to try and make new ones,
So alone she sat in a corner someplace
Then even her mother would start leaving her
She would sit alone at home with only her little brothers for hours
It started out only being once in a while
Then slowly turned to almost every day
Even when her mother was home she was never around
Always locked in another room someplace in the house
Then she would come out and sleep or not talk to that small girl
There was always something more important
The girl almost never went to school
Having to take care of her siblings and mother instead
She would sit up at night thinking
Her thoughts would make her cry and silently scream
She eventually found some comfort in books
They took her to a faraway land
One where she could forget evil and ignore her depression
Her mother started taking that comfort away from her,
Telling her she was being selfish for reading them
She found comfort in something else
One day cutting herself accidentally with a knife while making dinner
Although the girl despised pain with a passion,
She enjoyed that pain
It was physical instead of mental
She started being more clumsy than usual
Scraping her hands and knees
Sometimes cutting her skin with blades
Burning herself with hot pans
Then she moved to a new town,
Not too far from the one she'd lived in before
Her mother now took her to the places she went
The girl and her brothers would wait patiently
As their mother went into a room with her friends, not coming out for hours
The girl always kept a fake smile on plaster face
Even though she was depressed