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
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