Mom I hate you
This is not something new
You won't hear what I have to say
Beacause it was you who made me this way

I hope you rot in the dark bowels of hell
And you start to cry blood like your under my spell
For everything you have done to me
I will always ignore your sorrowful pleas

My words I write are like a constant knife shower
I just want you to know now I have the power

To let you know I can hold myself up
And that you are no longer my crutch

I can be my own mountain standing strong and tall
I don't need you at all I will no longer fall

Yes you need to be the suffering one
I'm finished with you yes ha ha I won

By Natasha Smith