Cry

You have called me Compulsive once or twice

Saying it was a hapit I needed to break-

So willing-

Was it thrilling-

To send me to confession those early years of my life

As I got older

Was it easier for you to write of my Pain

"Am I a bad mother?", A single question hanging in the night-

I hung my head low-

"I know"-

"You do the best you can" I mumbled

Oh god its Plain

If you ever dared to look beyond the surface-

The stain of my years-

In tears-

Running down my checks

"Do you hate me?"

"Are you made at me?"

Is it All about you-

The truth in two-

You can do any thing you Chose-

Ending my Pain isn't one of them

You have called me compulsive

But my lies you drink in so hungrily

You just abide-

I have learned to hide-

my Whimpering and Tears

Hiding the Closit

"Hello, is anyone out there?"-

To go unnoticed by the Masses is one thing-

But you-

Who-

Are my family

I want to kill myself

Why don't you listen-

To this insidnificant being-

Seeing-

You write it off as hormones

First you tell me I will go to hell,-

damned by God,

Places and People I don't believe in-

to get even-

Second with meaning

telling Me I could never do IT

I am not saying your a bad mother

That you don't care if I die-

But you stop noticing when I wanted to cry-

A Hug wont console my empty heart-

It is to late

We are worlds apart.