Her name as Sky.
She felt trapped.
Every moment.
Every day.
She asked herself:
If I'm to have the name
Of such a free place,
Why am I trapped,
In this terrible world?
Sky wanted to fly.
One day,
While her parents were away,
She ventured to the bathroom.
She took the blade,
From the razor.
Soon she began to ask.
If I am to have the name
Of such a free place,
Why am I trapped
In this terrible world?
Sky wanted to fly.
She grew angry.
She took the blade
To her wrist.
And whispered while she lay,
Dying on the floor.
I soon will be free
Soaring the air
Just like my name is
Sky.
Sky can fly.
She took her life
To fly the sky
To be so free
Away from the hate
Of the world.
Now when you peer
Up at a white dove,
Flying over your head,
You know it's Sky,
By the way she flies.
So pure with grace.
She sings so proud.
I am free.
Look at me,
Soaring through the air.
Not trapped in the terrible world.
I'm free.
Just like my name is
Sky.
Sky can fly.

The shadows are my territory,
The darkness is my home.
I stay hidden there,
So people can't find my soul.
For if people found my soul,
The world would be a fool.
I bring havoc and chaos, among this planet.
For I am a child of Hate.
I wasn't always like this though.
People got their way.
Tossing me aside,
Hitting and kicking
All because I am more different,
than all of them...

It's been so long,
Since I've been loved.
No one cares.
I scream out at the top of my lungs,
But no one's ever there.
I start to cry for help,
But no one ever hears.
So I reach for the scissors,
And hold out my hand.
I choose not to
and throw the scissors away.
I scream once more,
still no one comes.
So I run.
Back to the shadows.
Crying my life away.