
because I love my girl who/
does not love herself.
How can I stay glad/
and positive when my girl/
hurts with such deep pain?
For my daughter I/
wish it was “Yesterday Once/
More”, and tomorrow.
“Comfortably Numb” is/
not just drug- or booze-induced./
Starving feels that way.
Ugly cow, fat slob,/
worthless, pathetic bitch is/
what she always hears.
My Dad tells me: “Be
happy!” He’s never had a
child killing herself.
Being there for her/
means sometimes I won’t answer
her painful request.
You may now notice/
that all the people who love/
you won’t talk to you.