So Young To Want To Die
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.
Only six,
So young to want to die...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2012
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