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Something about life, I guess...
I'm ripping my hair,
I'm tearing my skin.
It's just not fair,
I just can't win.
But I don't know
What I'm to do
I just can't show
Any of this to you.
You get so angry,
It just makes me sad,
You say I'm faking,
How do you know, Dad?
Why can't you see?
How can't you know?
This isn't me,
I'm not your foe.
I'm begging for help,
I need some answers.
You hear me yelp,
But I don't have cancer.
You have bigger issues,
But they aren't yours.
I'm tearing tissues,
Searching for cures,
I'm your child,
Your little girl.
I feel exiled,
I'm about to hurl.
Are you here?
Like you said you'd be?
Can you hear?
Are you here for me?
I can't see you
Past my tears.
I have no value,
And no more years.
I'm tired of waiting,
I feel like lead.
We can stop fighting
When I'm dead.
So open the safe,
Take out the gun,
This little waif
Is finally done.
