An old wooden door, set into the brick,
Cracked dirty glass, the panes very thick.
The rusty brass knob turns slowly with a groan,
You realize it's turning completely on its own.
You can't stop now, your interest has peaked,
You walk inside, each step with a creak.
Shelves line the walls, dusty and old,
As the door swings shut, you shiver- it's cold.
Glass eyes all around, do they move? You can't tell.
Each doll stares down, each doll smiles still.
You glance all around, and as you look,
You don't see that one little shelf has one empty nook.
You soon turn to leave, there's nobody there,
You won't come again, not even on a dare.
The Story of a Homeless Young Girl by MikkiMarie, literature
Literature
The Story of a Homeless Young Girl
There she lies on dirty pillows
Scratching the bottoms of sidewalks
For food.
Some people wish for a house made of gold
Well, she just wishes for a home.
Some people wish for a lovely dinner
While she simply wishes for a meal.
But a smile lies
On her innocent face
For she does not yet know greed.
Selfishness.
Hatred.
Keep in mind the girl's young age
Her innocence toward anger and rage.
A girl with the eyes filled with silent pain
But nevertheless, a smile on her face.
One day a man came about
And offered her something to eat.
Two apples and a bread of wheat.
She took some bread crumbs and gave them to the birds
Without crying a tear or
Shh.
Shut up.
Don't
Say
Anything.
Run.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Stop.
Scream.
Fear.
Die.
Demons in the shadows
Twisting
Turning
Staring.
Watch yourself
Bleeding.
Quiet now.
Hush, child.
They'll find a way
To get you.
Beatings, swallowing you.
Scars, defining you.
You.
Breaking.
Crying.
Dying.
After all
You know you're weak.
You can't fight a bully
When the bully's inside of you.
Daddy, please don't touch me.
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Naughty.
Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Bad.
Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Mad.
Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Sad.
Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Angry.
Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Alive.
Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you
Tiny little body
Quiet little heartbeats.
See this little pea? That's how big you are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.
Little fingers start to grow
out of tiny little hands.
See this little peanut? That's how big you are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.
Your tiny legs start to grow
out of your sweet little body.
See this little pencil tip? That's how big your footprints are right now.
But Mommy doesn't know that yet.
But, surprise!
"I'm pregnant."
Suddenly, tragedy.
Weak little heartbeat.
Weak little baby.
See these smiles on our faces? That's how loved you are right now.
But you don't know that yet.
Gone little he
Daddy, daddy! Come play with me.
I'll be the princess filled with glee.
You'll be the king, you'll reign over the sea.
Daddy, daddy, come play with me!
Daddy, daddy! Let's play a game
I'll grow up and like magic, i'll change
Into somebody so odd and so strange
Daddy, Daddy. Let's play a game.
Dad, hey dad! Let's do something fun.
I'll pull the trigger of this heavy gun
After I've given you some time to run
Dad, hey dad, let's have some fun.
Dad, come on now, can't you see?
This knife in your back and this bullet in your knee
It's who I've become, who I've grown to be.
Daddy, come on...
Come play with me.
Drink Till You're Dead, Little Girl... by MikkiMarie, literature
Literature
Drink Till You're Dead, Little Girl...
Drink till you’re dead, little girl,
Slide blades across your flesh until the blood
Stops pouring out.
Swallow the pills that make you
Smile,
Spit out the words that make them
Cry.
Daddy said never play with fire,
But the burns on your skin…
Don’t they feel
Good?
Bathe in your blood,
And write with wounds along your
Wrist,
Carry a nightmare in your
Fist.
Because, now, little girl
You aren't so little anymore.
Bury your butterfly wings
In dirt,
Create a grave for your
Dreams.
Swallow the pills that make you
Smile,
Spit out the words that make them
Cry.
And drink till you’re dead, little girl.
The face at the door is a demon, a god
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive ten
"Attention seeker."
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.
The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?