Here's an ode to something special
That we take advantage of everyday...

I'm not afraid of living
I'm afraid of death...

I can feel it in your words
Though they're only on a screen...

You never really notice
Just how much you care...

I look around me and want to cry
As I pass all the staring eyes...

Dear Santa,
Hello it's me...

It's become quite clear by now
That you are not my father...

She hasn't eaten in 2 days
Her dad ran out of cash...

*No, this is not a true story.
It was just too much for her...

He was taken away so soon
A poor baby, only 1 month old...

In*I found this the other day in a notebook of...
As I sit here in this place...

There's this boy
Who's suffering just won't end...