Dear mom,
I'm sorry for all the hurt You've felt.
I made these last years a living hell.
It hurts so bad too know,
that I'm not the precious angel that you once had, not to long ago.
The cutting and the alcohol.
I tried to stop but I just fell.
I kept on going and said I stopped.
The may times I came home drunk.
My wrists were always all cut up.
I hid them under my new watch.
I took out razors sliced them up.
I told you that i was okay.
But when you went away that all changed.
I drank some more, sat of the floor,
cut myself behind closed doors.
You still think that I am okay.
And I am..that is the truth.
No matter what...I do Love You!
