Twisted

No child should be made to feel like this.

My mind is winding round and round,
I can see faces but can hear no sound.
I can see my Dad then my Mum,
Then the whole family together having fun,

Why did all this have to end,
Now what I need is for my heart to mend,
I want nothing to do with my dad,
Because all he has done is made me mad,

It seems like all this has never happened,
It's like a nightmare that has never ended,
I wake every morning to a new day,
But memories come back of that Thursday,

How do I get this all out of my mind,
Nothing works, as I have already tried,
Some people say that I am really mixed up,
Some just couldn't really give a stuff,
I can't wait for my life to end,
'Cause somewhere up there is a real friend.