What They See

I wonder what they see... When they look down at me... I wonder do they know I feel... That my emptiness is real. I wonder if when I die... Will the tears be real that they cry..? I wonder if they know I cared... I trampled my own heart better they faired. I wonder if they knew the beatings were so they would have a dad... Or that I loved them even when I got mad... I wonder if they know I prayed... As lifelessly my body laid. I wonder if they will listen as the doctors say... We had to keep her confidentiality to her dyeing day... I wonder if they know I lived for them out of love... I wonder if they'll realize I see those that live with god above... He holds my hand when seizures come and take hold... Afraid to die knowing to them, they felt I was oh so cold.