She is helpless and cannot put up a fight,
She's too weak and small
No one hears her cries in the dead of night
No one, no one, so down she'll fall
When she gets the courage to pick up the phone,
She immediately hangs up the reciever,
She realizes she's lost and all alone,
After all, who will believe her?
Shes just an eight year old girl,
With a dirty face, and unbrushed curls,
She's deeply lost and unloved in this cruel world,
In the dark and empty space,
Her so-called home.
Samantha Young
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-darkgoldenrod-deeply-lost-and-unloved/
