When mom says you’d be better off dead

"Ja, men vad bra att alla är så mycket bättre än mig. Du har tur du! Är det inte dags att börja se hur du behandlar mig?"
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I’m wishing the bath water clean She hides in the back and is unseen I take off the mask that surrounds me Look me in the face What do you see I feel like a boy the age of 13 My body grows up But my mind stays the same Look me in the face What do you see? How do you tell an angel That you don’t believe in God? Why do I feel Like such a stranger I look around I look around And all my friends are gone But oh would you be me? Because I would be you Oh you’d be happy Only if you wanted to And how would you treat me? Because I would treat you Oh you’d be happy Only if you wanted to How do you tell your Father, That you want him to notice you? Why does this seem like such a bother? When mom says you’d be better off dead But I want to see you I still want to see you Oh would you call me? Oh it’s not hard too I’m the first one Oh, you gave birth to And oh would you write me On my birthday Graduation, was yesterday Yesterday Oh… How do you hold the special victim? When they push you away When they’ve been Raped on the inside Torn on the outside The dirt and ugly from the stain that they try to hide Touched in private places Embarassed faces To scared to ask for help Oh would you be me? Because I would be you Oh you’d be happy Only if you wanted to And how would you treat me? Because I would treat you You’d be happy Only if you wanted to I’m wishing the bath water clean She hides in the back and is unseen I take off the mask that surrounds me Look me in the face What do you see?

Städa, tvätta, packa, fika hos bror, slå in alla julklappar, packa det sista,
driva Matilda till vansinne för att jag inte hittar det jag vill ha med mig, sova, vakna, åka bil, flyga sen äntligen träffa syster med familj
och få lite medhåll från syster angående The Devil Herself.
Umgås järnet med Alexander och gosa med Alexis och Jaqueline.
Gråta några skvättar, vara arg och bitter en del, halvt apatisk och mest avstängd den 24 december.
Sen åka hem och vi är ännu närmre Hennes besök.




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