Were you scared ever?
My eyes are red,
I cried a lot yesterday.
Sometimes I feel alone in this world.
Then all my joys wither away,
My garage seems like,
where I sit in the car to inhale a tortured bit of carbon monoxide.
The rafters in the attic seem like,
where I could hang myself.
Razor-sharp bits and pieces seem,
implements for my wrist.
Am I lost?
Am I Scared?
Trust me there is someone hiding in dark.
I feel so cold here.
You know, the death cold nights,
and the days seem numb,
she follows me everywhere.
Don’t know why,
but know I would have to leave, she is here to take me away,
and then Papa would be left alone!
When I was hiding under the bed,
Papa asked “what happened”.
Didn’t have an answer.
I am wondering, when the breeze hit my eyes.
Then a little drop of tear fell down.
Am I sad?
Staring at that pool makes me sad.
That was where she was lying, drenched in blood.
They are forcing me to speak out.
But if I do she would come and take me away.
I would not say.
But I remember I had seen it all.
I hate this illustration of her on the floor.
I wish the sun would melt away,
and take her far away from me,
but then still she could trace back to the den.
Oh am I scared,
Yes, but still I don’t want to be lost!
Cause Papa would be alone!