Slammed my door and cried,
Felt like the world was taking me for a ride,
Got out my blade,
As everything replayed,
Slashed at my arm tears coming down,
Knowing i was only a big letdown,
Blood flooded from these cuts,
Thicker then droplets,
My dressing table was flooded with blood,
And thats when i noted,
That my mum would yell and scream at me at the sight,
And thats when i washed it down thinking i couldn't handle another fight,
It was to late mum came in yelled at me,
What she said cut into me deeply,
And now i know,
That she only cared for herself never for me. |
