little girl

Sweet little girl,

In your little white dress.

Twirling around and around,

Giggling, jumping up and down.

Foolish little girl,

You fall back without a care,

Spreading your arms out wide

And trust the leaves to catch you.

Stupid little girl,

Don’t you know what’s going on?

The screams, the voices, the tense feeling

Building in your heart

You can keep spinning and spinning

And pretending you don’t notice

But when the day comes

You won’t have a choice.

They’ll make you choose

They’ll make you hurt

And you’ll feel guilty

For the rest of your life.

Sweet, oblivious, blind little girl

Your dress won’t always be so white and pretty.

You can keep twirling and twirling and forget the world

But your laughing will fade, and energy will drain.

Disgusting, nauseating, sick little girl,

Don’t let yourself fall so freely anymore

Because one of these days, you’ll close your eyes and lean back

And there won’t be anything or anyone to catch you but the

Cold

Hard

Concrete floor.