They look at us with sad eyes
saying, "None of them really wants to die."
They send us away to be questioned
Our only answer, "I don’t know why."
They lock us in cells
Amongst the insane.
They call it a hospital
Yet look upon it with disdain.
Some of us come,
Some of us go,
But I must remain;
My progress is slow.
So here I sit waiting,
Your only daughter,
Vacant and faultless
Like an empty bottle of water.
“She just wants attention.”
Could I not really hate this life?
“She’s just like all the others.”
Can you not see my long drawn strife?
I know what they tell you,
Tossing about the 'medical names.'
I can only hope some day you'll learn
All bottled water is not the same.