My writing would bring you to tears,

Because all I write about are secrets and fears.

Listen up let's start with my mom,

She did terrible things because I wasn't strong.

I'd get beaten and bruised and left in the dark,

Screamed in my face, you should have seen my thoughts.

She broke me physically, mentally, emotionally.

And its sad cause no one can see.

No one knows what my childhood was like,

They think my mom's a angel, yea fucking right.

She scarred me for life,

She's the reason I cry.

I wish everyone knew,

What she put me through.

She hurt my body badly,

Ok so that's the physically.

Now I cry cause she broke me emotionally,

Left me sensitive cause my heart was left bleeding openly.

Then there's mentally,

I get bad thoughts in my head, I need to tread carefully.

This place that I live in that's not my home,

In here with my "family" that I wish was gone.

These people drive me crazy, need to get away,

If I don't I'm gonna snap one day.

Burn this house down with a can of gas and a match,

Listen to screams as bodies turn to ash.

I'm not okay in the head so I wish they'd stay out of it,

I know I'm not okay, what you think I'm proud of it.

I'm a cutter who cuts to feel the pain,

Make myself hurt sometimes I try to restrain.

I'm been bullied, teased and laughed at,

While everyone just sat back.

I've been used and lied to,

My favorite lie was I love you.

I'm starved myself cause I was told I was fat,

Even at 100 pounds I still believed that.

Now I'm to skinny but I no longer eat right,

When I try to eat its like my body wants to fight.

Then there's my drinking problem,

I get so depressed I just want my problems forgotten.

I either cut to feel pain,

Or drink to run away.

It makes no sense I should just cut my throat,

But I have a few reasons to stay so I just try to stay afloat.