The Saddest Life

I heard a whistle in the air As a little girl cried, “It’s not fair” Because her parents did not care Out late drinking every night Coming home in a drunken fight Things were never right This little girl had one request But this, her parents had to detest She wanted things to be sane Just simple and plain One day with no fights Or drunken late nights These were her rights But this her parents could not give So it was she who could not live It was for them That she can never forgive She cannot live for long For it is she who will never belong Picking a knife Out of the kitchen drawer She realizes She doesn’t care anymore She runs up and hides in her room And as she looks out at the moon She says her last goodbyes And with the tears that she last cries She slits her throat and dies That little girl was me