Die Young

The wave crashes down her eye,
An inner tidal wave,
She couldn't hold it back,
It consumes the barrier of eyeliner,
And the water turns to black.
"I am sorry, so sorry," she says softly,
As she carefully cleans up her face.
"I look so dirty, I ruin the look of your clean place."
She smiles again, so softly,
Like a dull, bruising ache,
But you don't tell her that it's ok,
Oh, all she needs is a hug, for God's sake.
"I guess if this goes, I shall do young," she says, and her tone explains,
That she accepts this.
"I do not fear death" and her voice is almost whistful.
"I fear this life I have,
Life unlived."
She pauses for a moment,
And then sums it up.

"Better die young,
Than exist forever but spend not one minute of that time alive."