From My 5 year old:

I am terrified to be eaten alive.

This is the year that it all happened and never again will I speak_

Never again.

There I died. The rest is history. In my black eyes,
everything I knew will be shut down
and no one will know the truth because I won't remember,
anything else anymore.

This is the year that my skin broke into a million pieces and I was
setting the tone for everything to be.
Closed.
Like closing down a shop_
No one would be able to reach me, not even myself.
This is the age were the birds separated from my well
and no longer approached_
Leaving behind all the memories
behind_
The long black hair that covered my face is my shield.

One of the many.