I stop my cutting
For a while
Because I had to
Fly 2000 miles.
To the place
Where my dad was born
But it was familiar
I could have sworn.
But it probably was
Because google it,we did
Cuz dad couldn't remember it all to well
He left there, when he was just a kid.
When we arrived
In Azores (A-ZORE-EZ)
It look so pretty
It opened doors
Doors of colours
And doors of beauty
Doors of warmth
And liqueurs that were fruity.
But you know the saying
'Time Flys when your having
fun'
Well apparently it's true
Because almost the next day we were flying home with no sun
We flew back at night
And I admit I was scared
But you can't blame me
I only got on it because I was dared.
( not really but it rhymes)
When we arrived in Toronto
that night
We stayed in a hotel
Cuz mum was to tired to drive home
And plus I'm not staying in ANY motel.
After a good nights sleep
To home we went
While I was listen to music
From headphone I lent.
When we got home
We all unpacked
Had some drinks
And laughed at the fact.
Saying wow were back
I can't believe we've been to Saú Miguel
But coming back
The traffic was h***.
The next night
I couldn't resist
I needed it done
So I slit my wrist.
And on that went
For at least 2 days
Then something happened
And then it was a big maze.
My friend showed her mom
the pics of me
With bleeding red wrists
And that was it I wasn't free
Her mom
Called my mom
My parents talked to me
And I wasn't calm.
I was balling my eyes out
Saying I'm sorry
So then they made me stop
Then a few months later
My mom took me to the qwoury (sorry don't know how to spell it
Then every thing was fine
Except for one thing
I didn't want to stop
Then something clicked
My head went 'ding!'
