She's just sitting there.
That damn knife is back in her hand.
She looking at her wrists,
and if you'd seen it too,
you'd be to afraid to ask why..
It's so unbelievable,
it would probably make you cry.
She wanted to die when she was eight.
She didn't understand.
Now she's moving,
she's holding up her hand.
So much blood.. So much pain.
Tell me, darling, what is there to gain?
I've lost it all. I've nothing left.
I should have tried harder...
I should have done my best.
It's like I'm crazy,
it's like I'm insane.
I can't feel anything,
I'm not even sure if it's all just a game.
Songs, poems, drawings and more.
But so much blood..
Fallen to the floor.
I hear my name,
and I'm standing up.
In front of them all,
sensing nothing but shame.
Don't go.. Don't leave me here..
I've been here for to long.
Memories flow through my mind like a song.
Daddy don't go! Mommy, don't cry!
Why is this happening?
Why, why, why?!
Such a small child.
I'm much older now.
The past is nothing.
But it matters somehow.
She's dead. He's gone.
I'm nothing but a no one.
Things may not make sense.
They don't understand why I'm upset.
About my father? I could careless.
I see her standing in the door,
watching me while I sleep.
An angel flying on broken wings.
I can still hear that voice...
Gently, softly, that lullaby...
Everything disappears,
I'm there, and she's here.
Soon I'll be back to reality..
Away from my land of freedom..
I miss her so much..
But I can't let myself fall to far...
