die young (and save yourself)

sitting invisible

in the carwash

letting the soap on my windshield

hide my tears

from view

and I’m afraid

that I won’t ever be able to stop

these tears from falling

now that they’ve begun

again

and it’s not just the good ones

who die young

but if it were

I’d say that maybe

it’s because this world is too harsh

too hard and unforgiving

for those who try to believe

who try

to keep believing

in beauty

and love

and kindness

in a cruel world

hell bent on destroying

every

good

thing

and I’m not saying

that I’m one of them

because no one would dare

call me good

I’m just saying that I understand

and it’s hard

not to want

to join them