This is something I wrote many years ago. I guess it was true then, but now its mostly a lie.
Hope to Die
Fingers crossed behind my back I swear this is the truth!
I sharpened my deceptive skills against a stone cold youth.
Trying merely to survive.
As young as four (but I’ll say five!)
If only they had heard my cries.
And so, I swear I had to lie.
Cross my heart and hope to die.
I love the thought of suicide.
by Dennis Tkon Copyright 2006