Oh so sweet word that it is death
for whom nobody hears my cries
and the voices in my head grow louder.
I simply sob
asking why to be kept alive?
Oh, i ask my father
why can't you understand
i'm not perfect like you
that my simple mental illnesses
are not the devils doing
but simply you.
I am just a child
a little girl am i still
but thus i can't run away
just wait some more
till i gather enough.
Run and run away they told me
small child
little girl
whom's family never understood
run away, far, far away.
