(i was mad at my mom...and i dont think its good but watev i wanted to at least have one thing....)
The scream
Every day
It hits
and takes,
A piece of me.
I crawl back
And retreat further inside myself
Return to the pain, that builds with every word spoken.
With all the pain you'd think I'd be dead,
But not yet perhaps inside I am,
But to pass completely I must wait,
For her death then ill be at peace knowing that she's gone.
Mom, a person whose suppose to bring love,
The only thing that ties me to her is hate.
It might not show but it burns deep with In me never ceasing to supply me with an impure drive.
Its how I live now, its what I live for to see her go, the only thing I want, and I will have it.