the girl at the mall
i was at the mall today
searching for some useless thing
when i saw this girl just standing there
around her neck she wore a shiny ring
even tho it was late july
and the heat was very thick
she wore a flannel shirt
buttoned to her neck
her hollowed eyes they told a story
a story a story that myself had told
a story no one knew about
when i was just that old
i went and sat down by her
and asked her if she was ok
she looked at me as if i was some nut
till i pulled my shirt-sleeve out of the way
i took her to the food court
and bought her a cold drink
and sat and listened as she told me a story about her family
a story that made me think
sometimes you can have so much pain that no one can understand
nothing seems nto numb it
and it just settles in your brain
till you find some means of venting it
it seems to drive you insane
and tho i knew i couldnt solve her probllems
nor stop her self harm
just having some one listen
someone with his own marks on his arm
it seemed to lighten her load a bit
and even for a moment see the light
next time your child wants you to listen
try to find the time
just like i did for the girl at the mall
just like i did for mine.
