little girl

Her mum, too drunk to care,
Her dad, been unseen for years.
Her big brother is just never there.
Little girl, she is only nine,
She does not know what death is,
Still she wishes to disappear.

Are you hurting inside?

On the stoop you got your hands in your face.
I walk on by every day – find you in the same place.
Are you a lonely girl?
Do you need a friend? You got me wondering all day long…
Something’s not right – what can be wrong?
Are you hurting inside?
Can I lend a hand?

Depression

Bored with the sun out with the fun

Let the rain pour down all that matters is a frown

Head is under a cover happiness; can not discover

Done with pulling hair out somewhere there; may care

No interest anymore another lock is put on the door.