The little girl in the photos has a smile so wide. Eyes swimming with the joys of adolescence. And I am sorry. So sorry. For what they did to you. You were a child that craved love like no other. You did not deserve that.
The pictures of you rest in a dusty attic.
As I cannot bare to look in your eyes.
YOU ARE READING
The haunting
Poetry☆ the feeling of losing one's self to the person they were created to be ☆
