Why be in a world that every one in it thinks that you are a piece of crap?
Why live everyday in the way I love you?
I huff on the sweet smell and I am drifted away on the thought that I could save myself.
The windows of the world open to my voice.
I sing and my parents hear and I don’t care.
I huff again but it happens too suddenly.
A knife is held at my throat and I scream.
The life of another is taken and I feel fine.
Why get stoned when the world is at my feet?
Why take a chance of sex and ruin myself?
Because I don’t care and neither do my parents.
I hope their love will save me from my suicidal brigade.
I wish, if I have ever done so, that my parents would love me and care for me like a 2 year old again