Sick Sad Little World Soaked In Infinite Misery

She was a pretty little girl,
Born to smile, born to love,
But every tear she cried,
Was a stab till love was done.

A victim of his selfishness,
She was torn inside,
When tears were blood,
She couldn't cry anymore.

Trapped in a body that wasn't her own,
She fell into an endless well of misery,
Hitting the bottom was the only relief,
She came to an everlasting rest.

Lost in this sick sad world,
Some little girls only know to weep,
For their souls are murdered,
By evil men the world doesn't hang.

Will the world ever care???
For these little girls that bleed.


I shouldn't have written this poem as I can never relate to the amount of pain a person goes through in such circumstances but, everyday the newspaper is filled with rape incidents...........Uncles, neighbours,teachers, cops, brothers, fathers.......I can't understand how people can be so cruel.........Will the world ever be free from all this misery and pain......