In the depths of her heart, a child did reside,
With innocent dreams and a spirit open wide.
But as she grew older, darkness took hold,
And her actions caused pain, as her story unfolded.
Her inner child wept, with a wounded soul,
Her innocence shattered, her spirit took a toll.
For the choices she made, with selfish desire,
Ignited a fire, engulfing her inner child's entire.
"Why have you forsaken me?" the child did plea,
Her voice so fragile, yet filled with agony.
"You promised to protect me, to keep me safe,
But instead, you brought chaos, leaving a bitter taste."
The woman, burdened by guilt and remorse,
Looked upon her inner child with tears, of course.
"I'm sorry, my dear, for the pain I've caused,
I've lost my way, and our bond has been paused."
"But sorry won't heal the wounds deep inside,
The scars that I bear, as my innocence died.
I trusted in you, in your guidance and care,
Yet you led me astray, and now it's unfair."
The woman wept bitterly, feeling the weight,
Of the choices she made, sealing her own fate.
"I was lost in my pain, my past haunting me,
But I failed to see how it would hurt you, you see."
The inner child trembled, her voice filled with fear,
"Will I ever be whole again? Will you keep me near?
The pain is unbearable, my heart torn apart,
I long for solace, for a fresh new start."
The woman reached out, her hands trembling with sorrow,
"I'll hold you close, no matter the tomorrow.
I'll mend your wounds, stitch your broken heart,
And together, we'll find a way to restart."
But as the days passed, a darkness lingered still,
A bitter torment that time couldn't heal.
The inner child's cries grew louder each day,
Her pain deepening, threatening to stay.
"I trusted you," she whispered, her voice hollow,
"But you let me down, with a pain hard to swallow.
You promised to save me, to keep me from harm,
Yet you're the reason I bear this soul-crushing alarm."
The woman's heart shattered, consumed by regret,
The weight of her actions, impossible to forget.
She clung to her inner child, begging for forgiveness,
But the pain endured, leaving them both in distress.
Days turned to nights, a cycle of despair,
As the woman and her inner child grappled with their share.
The wounds reopened, bleeding with every breath,
A haunting reminder of a bond broken to death.
In the depths of their sorrow, they yearned for release,
A respite from the pain that refused to cease.
But no solace came, only echoes of remorse,
As their hearts were entangled in a never-ending course.
The woman fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face,
"I'm sorry, my love, for the pain I embrace.
I've failed you, my inner child, in ways beyond measure,
And now we're trapped in this endless abyss of torture."
The inner child, her voice a whisper so frail,
Spoke with a mixture of sorrow and betrayal,
"Your words ring hollow, the damage already done,
For my innocence lost, can never again be won."
And in that moment, the woman knew the truth,
That some wounds run too deep, beyond any soothing soothe.
Their story, a tragedy of broken trust and pain,
Leaving them forever scarred, in an eternal rain.
So heed this tale of anguish, of a love gone astray,
Where pain and regret dance in a never-ending sway.
Cherish the innocence that dwells within your heart,
For once it's lost, it tears your soul apart.
And as the woman and her inner child dwell,
In the depths of their despair, a never-ending hell,
May their story serve as a poignant reminder,
Of the excruciating pain that love can sometimes hinder.
