Killing the Kids

hiding from the noise
hiding from the pain
hiding from the tears
hiding from the rain
protected from the storm
protected from me
protected from the lies
protected; I want to be
crying in the light
crying in the dark
crying at injustices
crying of our hearts
alone in the world
alone, so I'm told
alone without love
alone is my soul.

Broken is my spirit,
Broken as my mind,
Broken as my body,
Extinct, as my kind.