This life
This love...

Chew me up and spit me out
Ignore my cry, give me doubt...

At only 9 years old
You told me I had to go...

Do you see what's inside
Wanna see what I hide...

Your voice is quiet
But I still hear your whisper...

In each tear drop:
Is the words I cant say...

You'll be leaving soon enough
Off to be on your own...

If I were to say goodbye
Would you care...

*in this poem in most cases the word...
I pulled the belt tighter...

Poor little girl
Do not weep...

I've stopped trying
I've done what I feared I would all along...

The pressure is building
My shoulders getting heavy...