Accepting what I cannot

Me & my friends

We listen to fucked up songs in the bathroom stalls

To keep our home away from blood smeared walls

Singing shit like "I wish my father loved me more"

Because boy or girl he still called you a whore

Yet you forgive the fucker and scream at the mirror

Picking the blades out your razors you cut your fingers

They tell me do not make yourself bleed just to bleed

You already break your own heart in your dreams

And if your lip gets busted or eyes blackened

Blame your father because there was a time where it was his fault that it happened

And if you forget your name while plastered

You can forget your parents and call yourself a bastard

Her dad is in prison, his dad is missing

And I ran from home surprised I am still living

And if you think life is hard now wait until it gets easy

The quiet makes it so much easier to hear the screaming

And your post traumatic stress disorder will make you thrash your head

It will make you run to the shower to forget the feeling of a bed

All you see is Barefoot and maggots in the sink

You can never stop checking for bugs in your drink

My thin white lines are residue from dreading my lights going dim

After the vampires would snort the blood from my skin