Abuse, BPD

And the little girl cried

Raised voices, a crash, the furniture flies

And the little girl cried.

Daddy’s home, mummy’s home, with another black eye

And the little girl cried.

Cuddles with mum, afraid to let go

And the little girl cried.

Is she sick, is she hurt? My baby is sad

And the little girl cried.

Fear, pain in her heart, no words yet to express

So the little girl cried.

Locked in her room, homework help not at hand

And the little girl cried.

Teacher is cross, ‘Again? Are you dumb?’

And the little girl cried.

Drunk laughter resounded, dad’s mates were around

And the little girl shook.

Overgrown garden, smashed bottles and bongs

And the little girl wished.

Then in the school yard, she made a new friend

And the little girl laughed.

Invited her over, friend’s mother said ‘no!’

And the little girl cried.

A party arranged, but no-one would come

And the little girl cried.

Saxophone lessons, a promise signed up

And the little girl clapped.

I’m sorry baby, the money has gone

And the little girl cried.

Teased in the schoolyard, ‘your dad’s in jail’

And the little girl cried.

Graduation ceremony, mummy’s not there

And the little girl cried.

Black eyed and beaten, dad’s home and high

And the little girl sighed.

So out with the cool kids, blind drunk and stoned

And the little girl laughed

Screams mummy distraught ‘where have you been?’

And the little girl sneers.

Tattooed and pierced, tracks in her arms

And the little girl swears.

Now she needs money, can’t get a job

And the little girl plots.

A lifetime of let-down, her heart is now stone

And the little girl robs.

Alone in her cell, then a visit from mum

And the little girl shrugs.

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