Just like my throat my eyes feel red
Just like you my heart is cold
You talk but you don't listen
You do but you don't finish
Sometimes, I wonder
And sometimes I wish
Do you enjoy it?
What do you get from hurting my feelings?
Over and over I ask myself
How could my mother break my heart more than any lover?
How could the woman that I am to depend on for comfort, love, and stability make feel so lost in this world?
I used to wish for a better me
Maybe if I was funnier, maybe if I wasn't so sensitive
Maybe
But I'm not the problem never have been, it's you
And I want to thank you
For never letting your arms be warm with love for me
For never knowing what words to say without making me hate my life
For never having my back
For never allowing me to look up to you
For leaving me no other choice than to stand for myself, than to hug myself,  than to give myself love, and comfort
No other choice than to stop being a kid
No other choice than to stop loving you
No other choice than to be independent
But just like my throat my eyes feel red
And just like you my heart is cold