Daughter, Where Did You Go?

I look down at my daughter,
Finally seeing the emptiness in her eyes,
The same eyes that I saw
Light up on Christmas with delight and surprise,

I look to her bleeding wrists
All the scars that have healed,
The pain that I can now see,
Shown on the arms that held me,

I can finally see the how
Her sorrow has been hidden,
But how could I have missed it,
Where was I when she was about to take her final bow,

The girl that I raised,
I can now see her smile has fazed,
Dissolved away,
How could I have stopped the razor blade?

How did I not see what she would be?
How did I not hear her sobbing?
Or her pleas?
What became of my little girl?

Why did she have to leave?
How come I believed
All the lies that hide her demise,
Where did my little girl go?

I pull her body in my arms,
Brush her hair away from her face,
Shed a tear,
Now I get a little taste of how she must have felt….