Untold Poem by Cleo Blue

She sighs as she turns off the lights
She's got black circles under her eyes
From so many tears and sleepless nights
From all those tears that she cries

She thinks about what would happen if it happened again
She doesn't think she can handle the pain
And she's only seven
Wishing she could drift to heaven

She doesn't want to lose
Anyone else
She never got to choose
All by herself
If she wanted to be
Losin her mommy and daddy

Little boy of only eight
Cant choose any of his fate
With any hurtful kick any hurtful word
Havent you heard

He's not even a bad kid
Gettin abused for things he never did
And oneday he did pass away
But he never really wanted to stay

Just a sweet little girl
Just turned nine
She's been stuck in this group home
For quite some time

No family to call her own
She just cries in the corner all alone
She dreams about how nice it'd be
Livin with her own family

Nice boy of only ten
Livin by the name ben
takin care of his brothers and sisters
Beggin to all the miss' ans misters'

Mom left them on the streets
But it's still better then her hard beats (hits)
He's been takin care of everyone
Always waitin for the nest sun
To rise

Good young man
Of only eleven
He left this world when he drifed to heaven

He jumped infront of a gun
To protect his mother
His brother and his lil sis
My oh my its him they will miss

Those were their stories untold
They're all shiverin from the cold
And not just from the ice outside
They have no where to go
And those were there stories untold