My mind is higher than this life
My dreams and hopes seem too unreal
I cut my heart out with a knife
To spare myself the pain I’d feel

I cannot cope with all the change
So I hide in my created world.
Behind my words that sound deranged
Is a broken, sad, and lonely girl.

I used to be a daddy’s child
He ripped my heart out of my chest
I morphed into a granny’s child
She perished as she was getting rest

I want to be a mommy’s child
She’s too focused on being the best
I desire to be God’s child
But my sins are scarlet, which he detests.

My mind is higher than this life
My heart can’t cope with what is real
I cut my soul out with a knife
So that I cannot see, think, or feel

I question how I can be used
If I am just too delusional.
I question if I can be used
If I am just too unusual.

Good night my love
Oh God my friend.
I hate that you have to witness this.
My mad distress
My bitter end!
Please save me from my worthlessness.

I’ve lived so short
Yet it feels so long.
Nothing is like I’d thought it’d be
Pain of every sort
All is going wrong
It seems life has disillusioned me.