there was a time
when we couldn't use knives
we hid them away
and we would spread butter with spoons
but you would always find loopholes
to shed your blood on the kitchen floor.
there was a time
that i feared hearing screams in the night
the morning would be agony
and i would go to school exhausted.
i rip at my hair and shriek sometimes
and i remember that time
it's your fault i'm like this
or maybe i just want to have a reason