Children Shouldn'T Ever Die

This poem is a metaphor about child abusers and abuse, bullying, and suicide. The buzzards picked my bones apart, the only thing left was my bleeding heart. They buried me deep then dug me up , I guess I wasn't dead enough. They buried me again and left me to be, in pain I was left whilst my heart still bleeds. I only wanted to be just me, but the buzzards wouldn't let it be. They gathered around to pick my bones, I pleaded with God to take me home. He scooped me up and made me whole, and gave me wings as white as snow.