A broken child, for every missing father
a broken promise, for every friend that just...

With slits in my wrists
I climb a cliff 60 feet tall...

I was still in nappies when you moved next door
And you James, had just learned how to walk...

Close your eyes and see perfect
For thats what you are to me...

I’ll scream my silent screams
And cry my hidden tears...

I feel the anger rising,
It’s about to hit the top...

You left a bruise on my face
It seems you were born to fight...

I’m sick of being compared to her
She’s not all that great...

I shall slit my wrist
For the last time today...

She woke up to the yelling
Of her parent’s non-stop fight...

I’m sitting here reading
All of my suicide notes...

I’ll scream my silent screams
And cry my hidden tears...