The days you don't speak to me
You make me cry at the top of
My lungs I'm holding my breath
And thinking if I die,
Should I jump off the ledge?
Living my life on the edge.
Take a step back and forth,
Show myself to the door,
Or maybe the floor?
I don't want to hurt anymore,
It makes me so sad ,
Just thinking about it,
Life that is.
What would have it been like
If mother had an abortion?
If I wasn't adopted?
This stature I'm in makes me
Feel quite uncomfortable
All I want to be told is that
I am loved and to find
My way back through this light
At the end of the tunnel.
