by Suicidal Christy, a child from the 3rd World.

I never knew my Dad.
He passed away at a young age.
Mom told me he died a hero
though i sincerely doubt that.

Cause every time i looked at his picture,
he always looked sad.
I think he drowned in an ocean of depression,
an ocean of *****, failure and rejection.

He worked as a Cop.
Earning the equivalent of $7 after a full day's work.
$210 a month ate at his soul,
that; plus the hungry stare of a Four year old.

And so he died with no fan fare,
leaving my Mom a net-worth of Debt.
The death of the poor and wretched
and the birth of my life as 'the wretched'.

And now prospective employers say;
'Why didn't you go to School?'
'A night with us and you'll be made'
'Be smart and don't be a fool'.

And so the cycle continues:

Cos whenever I look in the Mirror,
I always look sad.
I'm drowning in an ocean of depression,
an ocean of failure, medication and rejection.

So Look at me Dad!
Like Father, like Daughter!
Are you proud of me now?
Oh God..I'm too young to die.