Dear little girl,
I remember how you cried,
How you shook in fear,
How you wanted to stand up but you new you would only get hit in the end.
I remember you smiling just so you can feel safe,
Also how you were alawys by yourself,
How you wondered what you did wrong to get hit,
What you did to get sworn at,
I remembered how you never wanted to go home after school,
How you prayed every second to run away or to be in a different family or even how you wanted to die.
Honey... all I can say is you made it, you don't have to suffer anymore, it is your turn to be happy, your turn to be listened to and you can say what your little heart was too afraid to say... Were going to be okay... Beacause we might be gone the day after.
Sincerely Older You