Suicidal ....
no not my daughter my mum wuld say...

He looks at me and for a moment i forget where i...
hes eyes connect with mine...

I listen to his laugh
his pictures in my mind...

Punched,kicked
dragged,scratched,bitten...

When im all on on my own
and no ones around...

Hands and giggles and memories collide
flashbacks and pictures that you keep inside...

I once knew a man called bob
who had a bin man job...

I love you , i say
but inside my head...

She sits in a corner
with such a sad face...