When you look at me you think I am that girl
Who could buy her way through life.
Though my parents have money
What makes you think my calloused hands are illusions?
Just because I look put together
Why must my life now be whole?
I never understood those like you
Who could look at a sorrowful soul and yell out
'stand up, for are your legs not broken?'
I shall agree with those of you
Who say my body is in working order,
But for is not by body that hurts.
My soul weeps for those I am bothering
And cries for the other lost souls.
My heart tells me where I am going will be better,
But it is all in my mind.
My mind tells me that I can't push any harder.
That I am no good anymore.
To have lost one's right mind
And not have any help in replacing it,
Now that my friends,
Is why I weep at night.
Even but my parents have money.
