at 5 you're alive, happy and free
have everything you want
and so it will be
at 8 you're not late for the first day of school
the beginning of life, the beginning of
"cool"
at 10 you find zen in the iris of his eyes
you're too young to love, too young to cry
at 12 you're in hell, bullied all day
sunsets are beautiful in the middle of may
14 and you're broken, bruised and hurt
you're friends are gone, you've been kicked to the dirt.
16 you're gone, lost to the pills
you're parents they've buried you in the hills.
once you were happy, alive and free
depression destroyed you, so let it be.
