Wednesday, September 1, 2010 . 9/01/2010 01:48:00 AM
I behave like a child when I can, because most of the time, I can't.
I've lost my childhood in memories I wish not to remember.
I wish to oppose, but it is not meant to be done, for she has endured far too much.
I can only stay in silence... To bear witness to what lays ahead.
I can't do a thing. Can't change a thing. Can't be a thing.
There is no tear, though the heart breaks.
The agony is far more than spread, but it is farther more hidden in the bleak of darkness.
I'm bounded, suffocated, exhausted. No escape exists.
If grown-ups are not to be trusted, then there is no one for me.
It's hard and heavy to be the pessimist, but an optimist I can't be.
I wish to pray, but there is no god for me.
There is only the heavens above, where the sun, the moon and the stars reside for me to take heart.
By the heavens, where the sun, the moon and the stars reside...
I pray.