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.
