January 5, 2017
Cursed with death at six years old
That’s what I always thought
Words burned into my head
Trying to go to bed
Faces cross my mind
Things are getting out of line
People I can never touch again
The warmth of time I thought I had slipped out of my hands
Crying out when nobody’s watching
I beg for someone's attention
Alone and scared
That’s when I knew that nobody cared
Let them all die
It’s a part of life
The part no one likes

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