Your mother spoon-feeds you happiness.
But at some point
the happiness becomes rotten.
So she cuts your meat in pieces
and feeds it to the therapist.
In hope of answers.
But she will never find the knifes
cutting slowly in your mind.
For you are hopeless.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
Your mother spoon-feeds you happiness.
But at some point
the happiness becomes rotten.
So she cuts your meat in pieces
and feeds it to the therapist.
In hope of answers.
But she will never find the knifes
cutting slowly in your mind.
For you are hopeless.
