I remember the screams from the bathroom.
I remember the laughs right after.
I remember the tears streaming and falling to the floor
I remember the arguments deciding between wallpapers
I remember the struggles of building the crib
I remember the pride in their eyes.
I remember the first day they brought home their prize
I remember the crying at midnight.
I remember the adorable giggles when her mother picks her up.
I remember the first birthday party.
I remember the toys she loves dearly
I remember the blanket that always calmed her.
I remember her first word. "Toy"
I remember her screaming to change the walls.
I remember her tantrums because she didn't get what she wanted.
I remember the first friend she brought over.
I remember her mother's funeral.
I remember the times she came to me because she was scared.
I remember the times she locked the door to hide.
I remember the yelling. All the yelling.
I remember the bruises she rubbed in her bed.
I remember the secret phone calls.
I remember the excuses she practiced in the mirror.
I remember the outfits she would wear to hide the scars
I remember the effort to put on concealer to hide the bruise
I remember the first boy she ever had over.
I remember the father chasing him out of the house.
I remember the storming out.
I remember the coming back after 4 hours
I remember the yelling to get a job
I remember the 16th birthday~her father forgot..
I remember her praying on her bed.
I remember her talking to her mother
I remember her crying because she hates life
I remember her blood dripping on her floor.
I remember her cleaning it before her dad gets home.
I remember her boyfriend adding more bruises
I remember her boyfriend giving her 'what she deserves'
I remember her promise to stop trusting boys
I remember her hard break up.
I remember her suicide attempt.
I remember her 18th birthday
I remember her grandma giving her money.
I remember her leaving as fast as she could.
I remember this baby who is now grown
I remember this baby who has been hurt.
I remember me protecting her from the cold.
I remember her loving me as much as i loved her.
I remember her not hesitating to leave for me.
I remember her coming out to her father.
I remember him screaming
I remember him slapping
I remember his tears
I remember his broken heart
I remember his gone wife who has made him go mad.
I have watched her from the day she came from the hospital, to the day she became an adult.
I am far more than a room; I am a little girls home.
"A little girl grew up in here, far too grown up to live here anymore"
YOU ARE READING
Little Room
PoetryA room loves its owner; till the day she leaves. This room grew up with this little girl. ~not so little anymore~ /\Based on Dodie Clarks song "Little Room"/\