her hands once soft with comfort now carve their anger deep

“my dear it’s much to late for you she’s gonna kill you when you sleep”

for the stuffed animals will be the only ones that will hear your silent weeps

they’ll be knocking on the door from all the cops and federal creeps

your lifeless body laying there, your life remains incomplete

the echoes of the silent death, the strain of heartbeat

your mothers jealousy would’ve lived in your head

“my dear you’d still be breathing but your soul would be dead”

she would’ve poisoned you with her words instead of the kitchen cup

she would’ve made yourself throw up she would’ve never been there

“my dear your mother just simply never cared”

she was selfish a stuck up wanna be poet that was living threw her daughter

was it never enough to just be your own?

fuck you mom your the one supposed to be grown

jealous of not beauty but the purity of my soul

damn mom all you’ve ever wanted was control

choking on your power while i’m trying to stay whole

i bet you didn’t know there are pieces of me where no one goes

i bet you didn’t realize where i run away to

that this home isn’t my home just a place where i stay

that im daydreaming my life away

have you realized that im not always here

that my mind is wandering drifting off somewhere

you never saw the cracks, the cracks that run so deep

the silent screams i buried the secrets i couldn't keep

you made me doubt my worth made me question what was real

but i found the strength to fight even when you tried to steal

and i'll rise from your shadows i'll stand in the sun

because someone has to clean up the damage you’ve done