How many times are you going to yell at me?
I didn't mean to.
I just was looking at the knife
And then the next thing I know,
You are here screaming at me as you bandage my bleeding arm.

How many times are you going to scream at me?
I didn't mean to.
I was born
And look at me, I was a mistake from the beginning.
And yet it still hurts when you scream at me
Because I know that you truly don't care about me
And you will leave me just like they did.