Where you stand in life,
Is not in your room with a knife,
Wondering, “Why me?”,
Wanting so badly to flee,
Reaching out to talk to a friend,
Can’t quite get those words to send.

Sitting, reading something in your room,
Turns out these were words of doom,
Trying so hard not to take it to school,
Not to think about what all was so cruel,
Daddy really wants you stay,
Mommy doesn’t want you with him another day,

Not wanting to go to court,
Making your time with one of them short,
Wanting badly to get away,
This memory will never decay,
This experience is bringing me down,
Going to sleep about to drown,