mommy I was born with the taste of blood in my mouth
tired from the moment i touched your arms
from fighting the fact that i already knew
i wouldn’t live to their expectations
i was raised with a fist made with steel
that came down on me in waves
mommy please i told you
i was tired from the fight
mommy dearest you are a fire bleeder
a destroyer of all the things i held close
i just want to sleep mommy please
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
mommy I was born with the taste of blood in my mouth
tired from the moment i touched your arms
from fighting the fact that i already knew
i wouldn’t live to their expectations
i was raised with a fist made with steel
that came down on me in waves
mommy please i told you
i was tired from the fight
mommy dearest you are a fire bleeder
a destroyer of all the things i held close
i just want to sleep mommy please
i owe you nothing
you’ve taken everything
i think there's a word for it,
that explains the constant fear that i have
when you walk into the room
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