Disarray

Feel all hot and the tears starting to flow

Down my face, with my back against the door

Families against me want to leave and not return

Standing on the bridge of death; when’s my turn?

To be free from all this anger and stress

Can’t sleep at night, to much anger that I suppress

Don’t care if I die, don’t have a reason to be cautious

Get a headache everyday, plus me feeling nauseous

They say bloods thicker than water

Left out they say their only child is their daughter

And once of age, be begging to live with water

Bridge is already gone between us, so can’t be going back to blood

The result of that would be like a bug getting washed away by a flood