Dear Mother.

I am sorry.
I'm sorry I'm not the daughter you've always wanted.
I'm sorry I'm not what you wanted.

I apologise for my anxiety and panic attacks.
I'm sorry for my depression.

I apologise for being a weird Depressed child.
I mean normally we'd inflict pain on our wrists but then I did that to my legs.

I'm sorry...
I wish I was that perfect child.
The one with no issues.

Dear Mother...
I promise I'll try harder.
I'll wipe these tears away.
I'll hide the scars.
And Always I'll put on the mask of a perfect daughter.

Her heart conflicted in pain
All her thoughts are suddenly in vain.
Popped up on drugs injections in her vein.
Getting high as ****.
She needs more distractions life's tough.
Waking up with a hangover.
Mum lost hope in her. Its over.
She needs more distractions.
Cuts herself and gets high on pain.
Looking at this world with disgust.
It used to be beautiful.
Dear God forgive her.
She can't shed tears anymore.
She doesn't have fears anymore. Not since her death.
She needs to forget this. She needs a distraction.
Play around with people's thoughts and emotions. She's finally mastered the laws of attraction.
Its not enough she needs more.
Time for her to get high and wasted.
Time for her to lose control and get faded.