A discarded life, thrown away like an old, dusty teddy-bear
Found deeply buried in the loft
With other ‘cherished’ childhood memories…

Yet cherished, is a word rarely used in the memory of this girl,
Distraught, hurt, ruined
Along with the little Barbie dolls she so loved…

Digging through the past, she cries, sniffs, snarls viciously
As she remembers the pain
That they put her through, the taunting…

Then they come again and restrain her as she throws herself
At the bars of her room
And they wonder why she is in prison…

Her memories return of that vicious night when hell broke loose,
She died right there,
Not in body but in soul and mind…

The blood red staining the walls, some of it hers but mostly theirs
As she fought back,
She was locked up, the key thrown away…