Alone in the bath tub,
arms draped over the side...

Mommy,
can you sing to me tonight...

Why did this happen?
Did she deserve it...no...

Still swinging in the trees
Still choking to death...

The very thought of you sweetheart
your dear and loving way...

Imagine a tear...
Rolling down your face...

I cant heal until these scars disappear.
That last sentence running through my head...

1)Didn't she try to fit in?
2)Were those scars upon her arm...

We are what we are,
No more no less...

Colour me with rage, compassion and manifestation.
Colour my platter of emotions unfelt for you...