Little Girl of Pain

She floats in the midst of confusion.
Words and numbers shoot past her.
Nothing at all seems to make sense.
As she falls in a blur.

Voices and faces begin to zone out.
As emptiness rises once again.
A dark, black shadow begins to clothe her.
And her soul, once full of nothing, now full of pain.

Is it possible for not a soul to remember.
A face, the tears, the smile, or if such a thing, laughter.
This little girl, will these emotions disease, melt her.
One day she was born, the next her emotions began to shatter.