Why do you hide in your closet and cry?
Why do you sit here and wish to die?
Is it because your mom doesn't care?
She doesn't notice that you're there.
Is it because your dad always drinks?
HE's always puking in the sink.
Is it because they always yell?
It makes your home feel like hell.
Is because when you tried to leave
HE brought you back with anger that seethed?
Is it because of the scars on your wrist?
Is this becoming a long enough list?
Is it because HE got mad when HE saw?
You scratch at your arm until it is raw.
Is it because HE likes how you look?
HE grabs your waist, his arm like a hook
Is it because you can't make it stop?
You get real scared when HE climbs on top
Is it because you feel real bad?
Mom blames you instead "dad"
Is it because your mom left home?
She went away and now you're alone
Is it because HE's just been killed?
You're set free and now you're thrilled.
The only way to share with your mom
The newfound feelings of peace and calm
Is to find out where she has gone
Something easier said than done
You went on a search and remain there still
Now you're lost in Silent Hill.