Polaroids Lost in Time

Six

Every single night

they argue till they sleep.

They don't know what they're doing.

Their cuts go way too deep.

So she quietly puts away her toys,

As she tries not to listen to the awful noise.

She picks a book from her dusty shelf,

and reads the story to herself.

She walks to school everyday

Without their help, she still makes way.

A little girl that's only six,

Her little heart she tries to fix.