The Whisper of My life

Sitting in a crowded room,
Hugging my knees to my chest,
Tears forging rivers down my face.
I'm sick again.
Fever high,
I hear Mom sigh,
Been here for a hour,
When will it end?

9 years latter,
Crying my self to sleep.
I've done something bad,
Though I won't tell.
They can never know,
Because then I'll be sent away.

Blond curls fall in my face.
Storm blue eyes search for a reason.
Pale face,
Dark pink lips criver,
Here they come to yell again,
To kill again.
Though my heart still beats,
And my lungs still draw in air,
I am lost.
In a whisper.
The whisper of my life.