It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen.

I remember throwing
A temper tantrum;
I ran my head against
A brick and broken beam
Till my head bruised
Black and blue.
It was no suicide attempt;
It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen,
It was a cry for attention.

On one day,
After not having my way,
I fell into my daily routine,
To run my hard & hot head
Into a brick and broken beam,
Except this one day;
No black and blue bump was left
But a scrape of my giant forehead,
And as I bled, I remember blood
dripping into my eyes, crimson tears,
filled my soul and my aching day,
So completed in emotions of dismay;
I told myself 'I'll stop hurting myself,
over small and dumb stuff",
...

But came next day,
I fell into my daily routine,
To run my hard & hot head
Into a brick and broken beam.
It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen,
Looking for attention from
a mum who never saw me hurt myself
and a dad buried in the ground;
unable to even hear my cries.

It was said
I was a kid,
Where life seemed
Like a purposeless lid
Covering pots and pans
That weren't ever to be seen,
so instead i covered my life
with bruises and bumps.