A gift for christmas

The conspicuous contrast
Became too much for you
The house where mother sleeps
The house where father beats

It's easier being subdued
Than rise without relief

Once on drugs to sometime be free
His injection was your fear
"Put up with pain
Don't die in vain"

These chains were made to keep you down
They couldn't see the yearn within

Daddy I want a suicide-kit for Christmas
I know it's not expensive and it gives a lot of fun
Every time you throw your filthy hands upon me
I know it's in your nature and gives me a cause to run

The bleeding razors left behind
No more a piece of what you used to be
Floating away upon forbidden skies
Running and leaving the territory

The chains were made to keep you broken
They couldn't face the yearn within