Only Seven Poem by Natasha Williams

I look in the mirror
And what do I see
I see this person
Looking back at me

This person everyone
Calls so many names
And taunts her as she cries
As if it's there little game

I slip out of the body
That sits there on the ground
Watching as all the children
Laugh standing around

None of them knowing
The hurt inside
Her tears run down her cheek
That she tryed
So very hard to hide

Once she get home from school
Her mother comes up and say
'Your living with your dad
I'm moving away'

Her mother gets dress
And leaves home
Not giving a care
How much she feels alone

My drunkin daddy stubbles in my room
Calling me his littlle girl
Then he forces his self on me
Not giving a care in the world

He leaves once he is done
Thinking what he does to me
Is only fun

I leave my room
And head to the kitchen for a knife
Wanting to leave this horrible unlivable life

I want to leave
No one will miss me anyway
Here is not were I want to stay

I just want to go to heaven...........
Little Lacy died that night
And she was only seven