Speak to me.
Let the words flow from your soul.
Tell me all the things you wouldn’t dare
To utter in an open room.
What happened last night,
And all the nights the same,
When you were found alone in your room,
With nothing but the sound of your beating heart
And the cotton of your sheets?

Your soul is so old,
With wisdom beyond your years,
Which should not have been acquired for much time.
You carry the pain of knowledge.

Why, a girl with such undeniable beauty and grace,
Has to hold the weight of sorrow on her shoulders,
From that one time,
Where her innocence left her,
Ripped from her slender body,
Far too soon.