When I saw that razor blade under your bed
all this **** started running through my head.
I didn't understand what was so bad about your life,
and If you didn't have your razor blade why you used a knife.
When I heard about how you slit your throat
I started shaking.
When you acted so crazy before
I just thought you were faking.
You like to throw glasses
and call names
Break plates,
and picture frames.
There is a lot about you
that I despise
like how all I see is hate
when I look into your eyes.
I hope some day
I get my sober mom back
but there's so much lost hope
hell, I've lost track.