I...thoughts

Ich weiß auch nicht, wie ich darauf gekommen bin. Es war halt eine langatmige Geo-Stunde, in der nur Sozi gemacht wurde X_x
Tjoar, und nun hat mein Hefter neben einigen Songtexten noch eine andere Deko:

I smile, a bitterly warm smile,
But my eyes are filled with tears.
My wounds are deep, hurt soul inside.

Daddy sleeps and mum is gone
He left all bottles, some full, some not, behind.
He has drunken seven one.
I count every greedy gulp…

He was loud, his hand burned on my face.
I tried so hard for not crying, I tried so hard.
Now I´m sitting here, a little hum on my dry tongue.
I hope by the time that Mum will come back again,
And Dad won´t never wake up anymore.
I hate me for this thougts…

My little feeds are cold.
My body is shavering in the warm summer breeze.
I can´t feel my hands, but the hot blood on my arms.

I´m weak, I want to cry, cry everything out.
But I must be strong,
Be strong for Mummy…
Be strong for Daddy…
But who is strong for me…?