I talked too fast
While she talked back,
Raising my voice through every tear.
You hardly know anything, my dear,
For you are just a child.
Children are ignorant.
The only people who know the world are the ancient,
Because everyone knows when you are small,
You see nothing,
Through your “perfect little lenses”.
They don’t tell you that
Little cuts hurt worse when you’re young,
Because by 14 you’re used to the feeling of a razor
Against your skin
At 4 am.
I talked too fast
While she talked back.
Those words were my last,
Because I hoped and prayed,
I wouldn’t live to see another day.