useless
I know the word well
liar* thief untrustworthy

Mother, if you can't handle me
Then  
Maybe you should have just
Let me swallow that bottle of pills

I don't care what you think of me
Just leave me
The hell alone

I just don't understand what's wrong with you
You say

I don't know
I think
What's the matter mommy?
Can't handle a less than perfect child
An addled young adult

You never seem to hear me when I'm  
Talking to you
Maybe you'll understand now that
I've etched into my wrists

No. You still wont listen
Maybe the cold dead body will help you understand

You never see
All the times I came home so high
So drunk
That I never went to class

You don't work
But you still can't do your job

I'll never stop being ****** up
You'll never stop looking t me like I'm still in a hospital
Like you will never trust me

No time to talk about boys, mommy?
Okay, but don't get mad when I don't know how to love, just how to spread my legs
I wish I could say I hate you
But I'm just tired of you

One of these days you're going to be looking at my body
Lying on the kitchen floor
Cold
Empty
Free
Joyful

You're going to wonder why

But it will have been too late
You wouldn't read the wrists
Or let me have friends
Or a normal **** life

But if I don't get any say in how I live
I'll be sure to orchestrate every second of my death.