(You said write haikus.
You never said how many,
This poem has five:)
You can't hear the scream
From the little girl you killed.
Not in deed, in word.
Fragile Innocence,
When did they leave you for dead?
Stolen from her heart.
Forgive as you bleed.
At least, that's what they told us.
Just to ease their guilt.
Once loved, then so lost,
But they would never know it,
As she lives, reborn.
Her smile hides them still,
The bruises fading with time.
She will be okay.