Worthless.
She told me I was a waste of space.
She told me I was a loss to their name.
She told me she could look at my tears
and yet she'd still curse me the same.
So I ask myself what must be done?
Do I continue begging for love?
Or let the mercy outrun?
Maybe ask for forgiveness?
And keep hiding behind a gun?
Silence in my veins but the blood did spike
I looked away from the mirror
But a reflection did connive
So I hurled back my morals
And went to bed with a shining knife
Woke up next morning with tearstained eyes
I did beg it was a dream, I did ask myself twice
Hurried to the kitchen never looking back thrice,
But fate was waiting, and it was staring with despise
I held out a finger
At the gun that did rise
Grabbed at a collar
And stood there in surprise
I have loved you forever,
But mother you must die
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