You run to the door, as a car pulls into the drive;
You're excited, you're curious;
You're almost alive.
You stand on the porch and wave with a smile;
As your mom gets out and pushes her way by.
Excitement dampered, yet still hopeful inside;
Arguing ensues and your hope starts to rise;
Maybe she cares, maybe this time...
Angry, as she turns ands walks away;
Right past you, without ever saying goodbye.
Shuddering as you watch,
Tears welling in your eyes;
You're only six,
yet you've learned not to cry.
Just turn away, go inside;
You're not what she wanted,
so young to want to die.
To alway's feel, balled up inside...
A feeling of courage, as you slowly wipe away,
what water remains, in your little blue eyes.
As if you're strong enough, to somehow survive.
So young to want to die...