Pretty toy

What a pretty, pretty toy she was

A doll, a plastic doll

So she felt like

A toy for men and women to play with

So important they were these big adults

Way more filthy than she would ever be

There was a gun,

And a hole in her head

She was a bitch, no more than a bitch

Death was the best she could hope for

Her eyes, her heart

Her mind, her soul

What a wrecked pretty toy

 "Sorry" he said

It was just a game

He liked the innocense

He liked the childshness

He'd spend the afternoon inside her

But it was just game he said

And she bled for what seemed like hours

She bled for years

The little girl with the blue sandals

And her seducting childshness

She wore her sorrow like a cloak

Feeling bewildered and tormented

She raced through the world 

And then locked herself out of life