Why do you mess everything up?!

The welts from your belt turned into authorial fist

I wanted you dead for a long time now. Perhaps I

still do.

I should have aborted you!

You thought I took something from you the moment

I grew into your womb. Maybe you should have, as I

don’t see the point in living if I want to be dead.

Leave then, I don’t care where you go!

I don’t know everything in the world, but if

I can survive the Hell you gave me, walking on

eggshells in my own home perhaps what the world will do is nothing.

I love you baby.

You’re the reason why I second guess those

words anytime it flies out of someone’s mouth.