We were, too young to make sense, of what was happening in our immediate world, what was, happening to us, those people tell us they loved us, but, we’d felt, hurt by them!
Too young to make sense, so, we’d learned, to internalized the blames of the things that were going wrong in our lives, our parents’ divorces, our own rapes, it was, ALL our faults, even when it really wasn’t at all…
not my sketch…
Too young to make sense, because our minds weren’t mature enough from before, but, as we got older by the day, we’d started, to understand, very slowly, that what was done to us, wasn’t really right at all! Too young to make sense and there was, NOTHING that was done, by ANYBODY outside, to save us, so, we’d all died, in our childhood careers.
Too young to make sense, that, is how life once was for us, but not anymore, we’d outgrown all those nightmares now, and, they have NO effect on us whatsoever, or, at least, that, is what we all believed, until, our world came, crumbling down again…
not my sketches still…
Too young to make sense, I wish I were older, then, at least, I can, manage to get away, but I can’t, not right now, I’m still too young, too reliant on you to love me, but you don’t, and so, that, was how I will die, at your hands!!!
Life, the Obstacle Course 