a little girl sat in the corner, tears running down her eyes.
I walked up next to her and brushed her hair back.
Don’t listen to what people say, its only lies.
She looked me in the eyes, the cuts on her face showing.
I knew there was little I could do, only I heard her cries.
I tilted her chin up, and dried her wet cheeks.
“Can you talk to me?”
“my world is caving in”
I looked at the walls “this is brick”
She touched my arm, her fingers were as cold as ice.
Were all going to slip away eventually
I grabbed her hand, and she squeezed it tight
With that grip theres no going down
Scuffs covered the floor, like the cuts on her legs.
I put my hand over her heart and sighed
There was no beat, only a small hummer
“God wants me to leave the world”
I looked at the little girl, and realized I was looking at myself
God also created beautiful, and gave it to you.
I brushed her hair back and she smiled
“What is it like to live?”
“that’s almost like asking what is it like to breath
