The Child Within
I cry for the child
who has died within me
I worked ruthlessly for a future
I now spit at in distaste of its name
Friends sneaking away slowly
in hopes of not ribbing from my heart in their departure
Children growing old never knowing it was I
holding on to their youth, in hopes of staying a little while longer
The loss of childhood is a great heartbreak
It's the death of a child, it's the loss of frivolous life
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