Little Girl

Lay on the floor because you belong there

In the dust left by more successful feet.

You shouldn’t move, sleep to the sounds

Of secluded laughter in the hall

Laughter that you’ll never be a part of

Because inclusion wasn’t made for you.

Your spot is on the floor, lay so still

Not to unbalance the feet walking on you

For that would be failing at your purpose.

Don’t believe that they don’t see you

Because they do, they see you every day

They just don’t care enough to lend a hand

Or ask you how you came to be

Weightless, broken and utterly alone.

And this too is your own personal fault

For not letting them in when you cried

On the cold upstairs bathroom floor

In a pool of your own precious blood.

So, lay there my child, in the cold, in the snow

There is nowhere else for you to go

No one who will take you into their arms

And listen to the sobs in your broken heart

Because you aren’t worth the time

It would take to pick you up, brush you off

And learn the complex nature of your name.

I’m sorry for the pain that made you change

And curl into the floor that is your new home.

If I could have saved you, maybe I would have

Or maybe I would have simply watched

As you crumbled into a crude simple outline

Of the girl who danced alone in the sunshine

Because truthfully, I don’t care for you

Just like your life, your father, your god -

I don’t care to stop you from choking

On the reality of the mistakes you made or

Save you from the person you’ve always been.

Does the blunt truth cripple you, little girl?

Your face is in the mud and it’s your fault

You’re unlovable, a symptom of a mistake

Made long ago under sheets that were

Whiter than your soul will ever be in this place.

Perhaps next time you find yourself drowning

You’ll learn how to just let go and slip away

Into the freezing black nothingness

That bore you, raised you and let you fall.