Solo Poem: Little Girl

By: Rose Ann Marie

10-03-14

Ashamed, broken, bruised,

She was inside.
All the pain eating her alive,
As she waits for a sign inside.

All hope is gone,

And so is her life.
Mistakes are drawn,
And regrets are not gone.

Alone in the world,

She has herself,
And no one else.

She waits for an answer,

But nothing comes.
She needs a shoulder to lean on,

But who will it be?

Mama, mama,
Made her the way she is.
She told her,
Little girl, look upon the world with hopeful eyes, and dont look past.

She thought her mom was on her side,

But like any movie,
It was an illusion.

The time has ran out,

And so is her mind.
She picked what she wanted,
And went with it, to be happy.

Silence, silence, silence,

Is all around.
No more of the lovely girl,
As she choose to kill herself.

No more being sad,

No more being hurt,
No more being bruised,
Because this;
Little girl is gone.

REFLECTION: I wrote this poem, because half of its about me, and when I usually write poems,
they turn out sad, because the lines in a poem are supposed to be deep. I love writing sad no
matter what, because the lines mean things.