Wouldn't Even Look At Me

They wouldn'y even look at me,

Wouldn't even see,

These silent,

Ever falling,

Tears that were of silver,

That slide down my cheeks.

Why would they,

the parents I had loved,

want to look at me,

the child who didn't see,

Nor become what they had wanted,

Or what they had even thought of.

I was not their christian.

I was not their breath!

I was not the perfect girl,

Who was happy and un-stressed!

No! That wasn't me!

So why would they want me?!

I cry and cry,

and I scream silently.

So tonight,

My very own parents,

Turned their backs to me,

And they wouldn't even glance at me

Not a single stare.

So I tried to keep these tears from falling,

falling to the floor.

But they came,

Because I wanted to be dead,

At that moment,

And at that time,

I just wanted to die...