Little Child

Look deep inside; you’ll see she didn’t die. She just had very much to hide, so they didn’t get her… Humans smell pain, fear; she had to bury herself inside and that way…sort of die so no one could hurt her. I miss her, so innocent inside, so clean, sweet and nice. But she had to hide, that’s why I kill myself a little every day. She needed that dark, faraway place inside my heart, to hide and never again come out to get hurt again. My little innocent child, you show now, but go back and hide before anybody realizes you’re still alive…