beaten and bruised
afraid to be used
but made to be *******

we were in love
and you broke that apart
how could you do that
to your own daughters heart
you're a terrible mother
i want you to know
you're the one thing
that's making me go
she did not do it
she wants me to stay
nothing you do
will make this okay
so next time i see you
don't be surprised
when i scream at you
and tell you to die

i don’t know what I did
stop treating me like I’m a kid
if I knew I’d apologize
i was happy today
but happiness dies

i sit in a silent room
awaiting my life to end
awaiting my doom
afraid to blossom
afraid to bloom
i write these poems
in this tomb
i call my head
it's ending soon

a boy sits in his room
but what you don't see
in this picture
what you don't realize
his wrists are cut
and his life taken from his eyes
he cries at night
and wishes to die
but during the day
it's hidden inside
if he screamed too loud
then people would find
he wasn't picture perfect after all
just a boy
without someone to catch him fall