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by Edd Clarke Dec 17, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Words can be painful, From the mouth of another, She screams and yells at me, God I hate my mother, Then says baby Listen please, I did not mean, Those words I spoke, My life is torn, My heart is broke, No more drugs or alcohol, This is what I swear, I guess its just a burdened, That I'll have to bear, When my mommy drinks, I run away form her, Waking up with bruises, Last night was just a blur, My mom abuses me, She hits me with her fists, Now she can't no more, Because tonight I slit my wrists.
by shannon
This is so sad but really well written. i loved it.