Moon waned thoughts and sun-kissed bruises on my knees, i grew up so quickly, you'd think i was mature by 9. But by 14 i am still 9. When i was a young child, i was the parent, now i call unto mine. Seems i tripped again on my bike and i want a hug. Please., i am not an adult yet. I can't be your parent, mother. I am tired. Let death hold my hand and i will cling to his leg because my father hated when i did that, I'll cry a little easier. Let death be kind, that's all i need. that's all i want.