The seconds of my life
Have ticked slowly by.
Many of which have passed
As I sit here and cry.

I don’t cry over death,
A lost loved one, friend or pet.
I don’t cry over mistakes,
A past error or regret.

I cry not because of bullies
Torturing me at school
Or because I got in trouble
For breaking some dumb rule.

I cry instead, not for me
But for one I hold so dear
And when he says those scary things
I silently cry in fear.

I cry when he mentions
The number of times he’s tried
To hurt himself beyond belief
Or times he’s almost died.

It hurts to think about
A world without him here.
And it’s this painful thought
That explains this silent tear.

So as the seconds tick
Ever so slowly by,
The thought of his seconds ending
Is the true reason that I cry.