That Girl

That Girl,

She comes home to find a sick man,

a sick man with a sick grin.

His eyes,

Eyes brighter than the shinning sun,

Now closed with layers of pain,

Quickly converted to layers of hate.

That girl,

She comes home to find a sick man,

A sick man with a sick grin,

Walking over to her,

Slowly,

So slowly it made her want to cringe away,

and cry out till she could cry know more

-Till there were know more tears.

That girl,

that little innocent girl has been through so much,

So much in seven years that know one should go through in her whole life.

That little girl,

That little girl from two years ago now stands strong,

the new tough girl.

She has started fresh begging with the past hidden...