Take her..
She won't fight..
No need for rope ..
To bind her tight..
Throw her down..
She will be all right..
Throw her on concrete floors..
Perhaps she will die..
She cares no more..
Punch her..
Hit her..
Blacken her eyes..
There is nothing you can do..
She is only a mirage..
You think she is real..
Maybe to you...
At one time she was a child..
Before your abuse..
Go ahead..
Try your best..
Fact is..
There is nothing left..
Your little play toy went away..
She is now far from you..
Her mind is in another place..
Now just a shell..
Yes..
She bleeds..
At times she crawls..
But notice tears..
never fall.
Notice she stopped crying
out load..
Empty now..
Not a child..
You have her body..
not her mind..
She doesn't exist..
This child mirage..
She now has empty eyes..
to see within her mind..
Where she lives..
She doesn't feel..
Doesn't care..
When you are done..
Leave her there..
Perhaps she will awake one day...
I doubt there would be
anyone left to save.