Such Small Hands Does Great Damage

Little girl sits in her room terrified,

“The monsters in my head won’t leave me be…”

“Go away, go away,” she softly cried.

“I can’t close my eyes ‘cause they’re all I see.”


Mom believes that she’s telling a lie,

“There are no such thing as monsters,” she said.

She won’t believe that they want her to die.

Won’t believe that they want her daughter dead.


Her body lies still, drooped on the floor,

Her eyes are closed as she grabs for the knife.

With each new cut, the monsters scream for more.

More and more until she takes her own life.


Mom walks in and clings to her child, grieving.

“Maybe I should have been believing…”


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