The weeping child

it's like hanging on by a thread—of what kills you, is what heals you. The contract restrains in your eyes, The wondering thoughts on what's nice. perhaps the surging feeling that you'll die— Faster than you achieving life. Little by little you try to survive, Yes fast and swift, everything's a risky lie say how do you try not to fall apart, between this time and the healing tie. Redundant situation, just a new enemy. constant remembrance of gloomy day. The throat and the dried tears, Coming back for more, it'll haunt you like fears