You needed me to be your daughter
You needed me to consider you to be my reality
You needed me to be everything I could be
I needed you to open your eyes and see
The wounds on my arms were not love
The torment in my eyes was not alleviation
Blood recolored the white quills of the bird
What's more, she didn't grieve, yet she lamented
My youth was clean in the breeze
When I was four
It was over with
The minute you pushed me into that entryway
Be that as it may, Daddy, I am sad
I am sad I wasn't all that you needed
I am sad I made you frantic
I am sad for being so awful
I took the beatings for my sibling
since you didn't see he had effectively surrendered
I worried about the concern of agony for my mom
since you didn't see she was at that point wilted
Please God, set me free
Take these wounds from me
If you don't mind take away the breath of life
Gracious, God, let me drop this blade
Paradise can't set me free
It isn't prepared for me
I have endured much in this life
be that as it may, help does not come as a blade
I will live
I will relax
I will stand tall
What's more, for myself, I won't fall