9 May 2012
the cold silver invites me in.
as crimson blood
drips down my arm,
aqua tears roll down
my face.
you dont understand
my pain.
you dont think
before you say those
seemingly harmless things.
why is it hard for you
to understand
i cant handle
the screaming,
the fighting,
the hurtful slurs?
why dont you become
my mom instead of a
non-trusting,
childish,
bitch, who thinks she knows
everything about
everyone?
i never gave you a reason
to not trust me.
whats your fucking
deal?
Opuss № I