4-The Closet

January 15, 2009

Please, God–let me die!
I sit in the closet and cry.
The clothes hide my tear-stained face
But the pain in my heart
They can never erase.

I crawl in the corner
A tight ball of fear.
There’s nowhere to run
So I have to stay here.

Who am I hiding from?
How bad can it be?
I know something terrible
Just happened to me.

Nowhere to run–
Can’t I just disappear?
God, please!
Get me away from here!

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