Maybe…..

Maybe if I cry long enough; they’ll care.
Maybe my blood shot eyes,
And tear stained cheeks will make them see.
Maybe my screams will get into their ears,
Maybe they won’t care.
Maybe if I run faster; they’ll notice.
Maybe if they know I’m scared.
I wonder if they can feel this sorrow; these tears,
She says ‘Me, Me, Me,’
He says ‘Worthless b i t c h, worthless b i t c h, Worthless b i t c h’

Mental state; Close To The Edge,
Close to just letting it all go.
Wonder what truly keeps me alive at this point.

So, maybe I should grab that knife,
Or clinch the hammer,
Take hold of the nail.
Get a gun? Shoot me down;
I’m nothing more then an animal anyway.

Maybe if I fight back,
It’ll stop.
Maybe if I try,
The monsters will leave.

Maybe if I weren’t still a child; I could get away.