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Nobody Cared, Nobody Cried
 

Just a little girl with hair of gold
Full of fun and laughter, or so I’m told
But her world was shattered time and again
And her heart was broken and couldn’t mend
Because nobody cared, and nobody cried
For the little girl with so much pain inside.
 

Nighttime stories with Uncle Ben
Like Little Red Riding Hood, but then
The big, bad wolf he’d pretend to be
And ravish her body till she would bleed
And nobody cared, and nobody cried
There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
 

Old Mister Brown, he knew her well
Knew it wouldn’t matter if she should tell
His tongue in places it shouldn’t have been
She felt so dirty, for she had sinned
But nobody cared, and nobody cried
And the little girl just crawled inside.
 

Suck on this and I’ll give you a treat!
Her dad had said on that lonely street
She did his bidding till he left one day
Used and abused then tossed away
He never cared, he never cried
For his little girl who just wanted to die.
 

A man named Marvin with her uncle Jake
And the little girl he decided to take
The terror filled her soul and heart
Till her mind and body split apart
But nobody cared, and nobody cried
As the little girl shriveled up inside.
 

Then there was her step-dad, Paul
Who took her body and fondled and mauled
He told himself, It won’t hurt much!
And look, she even likes my touch!
And nobody cared, and nobody cried
For the little girl who was dying inside.
 

Then there was her uncle Ralph
Who kissed her hard upon the mouth
Caught by her mother who began to yell
You’re just a slut, you’ll go to hell!
She didn’t care, she didn’t cry
For her little girl that would rather die.
 

Others came and abused her still
Friends, neighbors, her grand-dad, Bill
The memories and tears she wrapped up tight
And safely tucked them out of sight
Because nobody cared, and nobody cried
For the little girl who was dying inside.
 

She knew heartache by day, terror by night
She couldn’t scream and she couldn’t fight
She hated herself so very much
And began to fear everyone’s touch
But nobody cared, and nobody cried
As the little girl just died inside.
 

(C) Annie Nelson 
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