She tried to listen...
while watching and waiting.
for the knife to glisten
her back still sore
from last time.
And she's always the target,
vulnerable from naivity
Yet all she did was care
all they do is care.
This time will be different
said the girl.
They won't be like all the
others before.
And while she played with
all of her toys.
She had no idea,
what would come.
There was no way of knowing.
That it would all be broken.
Soon.
Someday.
Someday it will be different...
The girl consoled herself.
As the blood flowed down
her spine.
Someday, she said, for once
the other person
will be mine.
She cried herself to sleep
each day opening
a fresh wound.
Until the day she feared
the most came.
And it never got better.
But no one shed a tear.
For her things never were
happy again.
And everything because she was
vulnerable.
Vulnerable from navivity.