He told me I was mentally unstable;

All because I told him I was unable,
To cope with his words
That stabbed right through me.

How could you say that to a child of nine?
How could you make her feel like she had to die?

She just wanted your approval,
But you gave her your dissaproval.

Six years later you ask yourself why?

Why your daughter decided to cut herself with knives.

Maybe if you had been a little more human,
You would have your daughter still blooming.

e.i