Little Girl Poem by Jenny O'Kane

A sharp pain,
Running through,
A cold tear,
Falling down,

If you knew this little girl,
You would soon see,
Happiness and life, a shining pearl,

But behind the dark cover,
Of that closed door,
One little girl changes to another,

Tears fall each and every night,
Blades that cut through depression,
Comforts and makes everything alrite,

Don't judge this brocken empty heart,
So lost and all alone,
For her soul was just torn apart,