Now all I can do is reflect,
on the fun we had.
Remember when I played with Barbies?
Or drew pictures because, well, I was good at it.
I thought of you a lot then.
Or how about when we played dress up?
I walked around and just knew we looked good!
Yup, you were there for me,
for a long time.
I understand you wanted to live,
I wanted you to grow and flourish.
But my problems got in the way.
Secret pains that grew with every day.
So I committed the worst crime,
and murdered you.
And even now I still hear your scream.
But all I can say is...
R.I.P to my childhood dreams.