Mommy

Mommy saw my writs,
My painless bliss,
Today she found my little secrete,
She made me promises; but I couldn't keep it.

Mommy thinks I'm sick,
Because she saw, the blood caked so thick,
She tells me that she scared,
For her little girl couldn't be repaired.

Mommy thinks I'm crazy,
Because if become dark and lazy,
She threatened me with a therapist,
I was told on day I'll truly be missed.

But mommy doesn't get it,
That my little bloody secrete,
Can't be ignored,
It's an addiction mommy, not a fuc/ken door.

This little problem just cant be shut and locked,
Like an animal caged and docked,
On day I know ill take it to far,
Set free by the bloody writs that just don't seem to scar.