something i wrote about growing up with trauma you never told anyone about

Sweet little girl

Frightened by the big wide world

Still afraid of the dark

Wanting her night light

Small and naive

She always cared

Bout the people around her

When they didnt treat her fair

Obsessed with creation

Making up all she know

Naming, decorating,

Making up all she knows

Loved playing g as mes

And making new friends

When people around her couldnt comprehend

She'd find others then she'd make amends

Oh, sweet little girl

Couldn't know the truth

Loved the attention from someone she tought did care

Didnt understand why it was wrong to be with someone who was never really there

Obsessed with themes

Of nightmares and dreams

Wamted to make her story a reality 

The attachment decayed

As she faded away

Replaced by someone else

Who realized her pain

But its way to late for them to take it a way

Left trying to heal when the pain wants to stay

Words choking you out that are yet to leave your mouth

Things they'll never be able to spit out

At least not today

They want to heal even if they change 

Now they know why it wasnt ok

Now they want to be the last thing in the grown mans way

To them they caused her so much pain

Pain that feels impossible to take away