Look at me
I'm supposed to die...

I am six
and I am only a child...

Ugly girl staring back at me
why do you cry and fall to your knees...

Can I please blame you for how I behave?
can I say its you fault...

Days fade into night
Then night back in to day...

Rain drops fall, clear and consistent
Heavy and cold drenching my skin...

Twist the knife
Twist it deep...

How many tears must I cry?
For you to finally realise that I just want to die...

It looks like it's coming towards me
like a rocket about to collide...