The Day I Died
The day I went away was the day I died.
The day I went away I was caused so much pain all my senses were fried.
I had no family, no friends.
My head was spinning from going to so many places.
Spinning in so many directions,
I had no way of knowing what they were reflecting.
I wished I could just go home, but home was too far astray.
It wasn't possible; I knew I had to stay away.
Nobody knew what to do.
I didn't even have one shoe.
I didn't have anybody to percieve.
I had no choice but to leave.
My mother's rights were gone,
So she wrote a sad song.
But soon I was home in my own little space,
Soon to see all my life was a waste.
