Little Girl *trigger*

Little Girl

I met a young girl the other day.
Only the age of 12
I see myself in her.
So pissed at the world
And at herself.
As much as a stranger as I am to her
I was also to myself at that age.
I knew right from wrong
But allowed myself to do the wrong
Because I thought that what I was worth.
I see a girl fighting just to live in the here and now.
I don't know her story
Nor her mine
But I do know that pills and razors
Aren't fixing a thing.
She is fighting
She is falling beneath the rushing waves
She is waiting for someone to pull her out
All she has to do is take HIS hand.

MLD 6-15-11

Nice poem so many of us struggle with this.

Your right we do. I still remember this young girl that the poem is talking about, since then I have come to know her a little more but it breaks me heart every time i talk to her.