The Little Girl

Every time I sit down and think about my future I see a little girl sitting on a big red couch.

When I used to see her she would always have a bright smile on her face and her beautiful brown eyes would entrance me as it filled with happiness and hope.

“What do you want to do when you grow up?” I ask and her smile would widen and she would bounce up and down in her seat with untamed energy.

“To become a veterinarian and help the animals of the world..” She would describe our bright future in great depth and my heart would fill with warmth and her happiness would become contagious.

Things have changed and now her future doesn’t look to bright…

She looks at me with slight bitterness. Her broken heart shining brightly on her sleeves. To me she is still beautiful wrapped in depression and hurt.

“What do you want to do in the future?” I ask softly afraid that if I am to loud she might shatter.

She gives me a bittersweet smile and her hands fist in anger. I see the heart wrenching sadness and the cold hard rage.

What she said sent an sad smile to my face and a deep longing to my heart.

“To die”