This is Why (My Story?)

So, this is my story. Not lying. Don't abuse it.
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She sits scared, alone
Within the confines of that small
Bright room, so ironic
With it’s beautiful light.

A fist hits the switch
Hers
Finally there is darkness.
To sit and think.

Closing her eyes
It is easy to see them
They’re all there
Her memories.

She is so small, fragile
Slipped among the trash
A blanket to keep warm
Though the air never wavers from fiery hot.

The world of the city
So loud, it drowns her out
She has given up crying
It will never be worth it.

The thing she will never remember
Is the most important
She can’t see it, though it happened
Being found.

Now, she is back
In that dark room
With the potential to be so bright
Just like her.

Like so many times before
She lays on the floor, seeing nothing
She begs to remember, fights
Comes up with blank memory.

I’m sorry, she says, don’t leave me.
For that is what she fears the most.