I know your mad,
I know you may say things that you don't mean,
You meant this,
I know you did.
Shocked and afraid,
Did you really call me that name?
Did you mean what you said?
Do you really wish I was dead?
I thought a mother's job was to comfort and love,
To care for and protect their loved ones,
What you said was not out of love but of hate,
I know I'm not one of your loved ones.
"Your useless,
A waste of space,
You mean nothing to me"
Please don't say this.
"We would all be better off without you,
Your just a horrid brat,
All the money spent on you over the years,
Worthless and pointless like you"
Mouth wide open,
Holding back the tears,
Why must you say this?
Why do you hate me?
"Your immature,
Your just a little whore,
We would be better off without you"
Bite you lip,
Look to the ground,
Take one big breath and say,
"Dare you to say that one more time and just see..."
"I'll say it again,
Gladly I will,
I hate you,
I truly do,
Do us all a favor,
Get out and die"
You fall to you knee's,
"What did I ever do wrong to you?
I obeyed you,
I loved you,
Why do you hate me"
Blade pulled out,
Tears dripping down your cheek,
"You want me gone?"
The cut,
I'm dead.
You sit here breathing,
But whats the point,
Walk up the stairs back to your room,
Sit on the bed, Staring at the floor.
I'm breathing,
The sirens are getting closer,
She must have called,
I'm not really dead on the outside,
Inside,
My soul lives no more.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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