Fresh new day

Talking to the wall, wishing
it would answer the question
that keeps pounding in my head..
"why do i wish i were dead?"

i rock myself to sleep, trying
hard not to cry, wishing someone
was there to make me not want
to die..

but nobody's there, im surrounded
by these walls, and nobody cares
because they would answer my cry
for help calls..

i wish my mom loved me
i wish she really cared because
its hard hating your mom knowing
that shes there..

she doesnt try to comfort me
she says rude things, she doesnt
even says she loves me, what love
does that bring?

i want to slip away, far far away,
where nobody knows who i am
and it will be a fresh new day..