The Silent Goodbye
Little teacher in the front
I wish I could say what I want
Like how I’m tired from the night before
From all the things I’m expected to endure
Tossing, turning, sleep-deprived
Everything’s okay, mommy lied
Parents fighting, doors slamming, sister weeping
How is it possible that I should be sleeping?
Little teacher in the front
I wish I could say what I want
Like how daddy hits me when I go home
Like how I always feel alone
These bruises aren’t from playing outside
Despite my fibs as teachers pried
I sometimes hide under my bed
For I’d rather be with the monsters instead
Little teacher in the front
I wish I could say what I want
Like how I’m scared to speak out in school
Kids these days can be really cruel
You’re stupid, you’re dumb, shut your pie hole
It’s hard to believe that these kids have a soul
You smell, you’re filthy, they would say
I wish I could just breakaway
Little teacher in the front
I wish I could say what I want
Like how I know I won’t be missed
How nobody notices the cuts on my wrists
I’m ready to go to heaven above
I’m ready for God’s unconditional love
I wish I could thank you for your time
For I’ll be gone come wintertime
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