Many questions are bugging my little mind. Why can we only close our eyes and not our ears? So many things that i didn't wanted to hear, i heared. so many things i didn't wanted to see, I saw. yet then i could had closed my eyes. So why didn't I? Was it too strange, too breathtaking horrible. am I overreacting? Why do I jump away when people raise there voices? Why do I become so small and a little girl, when an arm lifts up? is it becaus i'm just a little girl, who doesn't understand her brother who is saying his fathers name instead of dad, or who's hiding away behind illusional drugs, mindfuckers, yet tempting dangerous little things, making your mind a stranger to yourself. Is it becaus I'm just a little girl, who's mother created her life in her mind, her memories deep inside hiding, replacing into other ones, cheerfull, nice, normal ones. the screams she made, she heared are vanished and only the scars are visible on her weakest moment, when death arrives. But I will not see that soon...... there's time for her...for us. but I must not forget, thre's nothing better than home sweet home. ___________________________________________________________
