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Jun 2015
I'm sick of empty promises,
You've never come through, even when I need you most.
Yet you boast,
about what a great mom you are, when in reality you're not even close.
I'm sick of lies, because really, that's all empty promises are.
******* like "I'll try harder" or "I promise, I won't do that to you again."
"I'm sorry," is probably the one you've used to the highest degree.
You once told me as a small child,
that "I'm sorry," means you'll try not to do that again.
I remember because you lost all of you're knives, after you went on a rampage and started throwing them, ****, those meds sure did make you crazy.
I remember because you beat those words into my skull,
screaming "YOU'RE NOT SORRY YOU NEVER ARE",
as punishment for "losing" your ******* knives.
I've learned to keep my expectations as low as possible for you.
So that I'm never disappointed.
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