I was cleaning up some shit and stumbled upon an old poetry book I filled in high school.
Here is something I wrote when I was 15.... Its from the perspective of an 8-10yr old girl. It's chillingly to say the least:
To dear jolly Santa Claus
Christmas time is here,
And I just wroite to tell you that
I've not been good this year.
This year don't send me any gifts,
Don't send me any toys.
All I want from you this year
Is to rid me of this noise.
The voices from inside my head
Are telling me to kill,
And if I don't take myself from here
They're sure someone soon will.
They say I don't deserve all this,
I don't deserve at all.
They say that it is all my fault
I made my daddy fall.
We were just playing round
And he rested by the ledge,
I didn't mean to push so hard
He'd fall over the edge.
I watched him falling through the air,
He landed with his face first.
Ever since that moment I have
Felt like I've been cursed.
I wish I could go back in time
And change all that I did.
I don't want all this pain inside
I'm just a little kid.
So tell mum that I love her so
Ans the fun times that we had.
And I will see her soon enough
Cause I'll be waiting here with dad.