She sits there. A perfect model of what she should be;
Then it hits her,
Smacks her across the face,
And she tumbles across the room and lies there,
But she still sits in the chair.
A perfect model of what she should be;
But what if she is not?
What if she is
Not Fine and
What if she is not?
And then the suffocating hold comes to
And she sobs and sobs and sobs and screams and is too afraid to call out for help and
The small, fragile girl gets back in her seat
And stares at the drawing in front of her,
The kids of
She flips it over and uses the small crayon as her voice,
"Sometimes I don't want to live anymore."
This girl is in second grade.
This girl is now four grades over.
She is doing exactly the same thing.