I have a voice that no one can hear,
I have tears but they don’t flow,
I have hands but I can’t use them,
I’m an image aching as I grow.
Forever stuck in this quiet cell,
Forever to hate people as they watch me,
Forever banging my head against the walls,
And question God for not hearing my plea.
How’s my family doing back home?
Are they happy for I’m no longer around?
Coz I’m the tool to free them of adversity,
And they set me up in this demon ground.
Momma’s tired of acting as my nurse,
She spent her whole life of sleepless nights,
All I did was to make her cry,
And both Dad and her put up their fights.
My siblings would wish I didn’t exist,
And they said they’d put me in the hearse,
I chased them with my toy daggers,
From then on, I’m doomed of their curse.
I feel rejected since I was born,
And I was born to be stirred and offended,
I know once they move I’ll be trashed,
The joys of being a demented.
And I’m staying here in the white room,
Where suicide couldn’t give me some chance,
I’m a rotten and bruised being,
I’m broken with shackled hands.
Oh please where was my mind wandering now?
I want you back to be regained,
Just come unto me so I could speak,
And damn the persons who got me chained.
Oh thoughts fly back to where you belong,
I’m dying without your aid,
Please run home so we could be together,
And the curse in me will fade.
Heartaches, I want to feel your throbs again,
You’re one reason to flare up my rage,
You can bounce me back to break myself loose,
And free myself from this doorless cage.
