That little girl...?

That little girl,
Did she really exist,
Mummy?

Was she really killed,
By her,
Daddy and,
Mummy?

Was she really killed,
By those,
Meant to help her,
Mummy?

Will you ever,
Do that to me,
Kill me,
Mummy?

No little girl,
Mummy wont,
Mummy loves you,
Too much.

You have a tempreture,
My little girl,
Let me give you a pill,
Just have the contents,
Of this bottle.

There must be,
50 or so in there,
Enough to make you feel better,
In an hour or so.

Mummy,
I don't feel,
Too good,
I feel woozy.

Give it 5 more minutes,
They will make you sleep,
Really well tonight,
Now come here,
For a loving embrace.

Mummy,
I love you,
Little girl,
I love you more.

Im sorry little girl,
I was ill,
I didn't mean to,
Kill you.

I got what I deserve,
A life sentence,
If I return,
I'll put flowers on your grave,
Each day forever more.