mother mother help your child
shes fallen again, shes got mud on her scarf
mother mother help your child
shes all alone and cant move on
mother mother love your child
she looks like you and acts like you
black and stormy curls she had
caffeine eyes and tall she was
mother mother love your child
she spoke like you and walked like you
pale her skin was, just like yours
she cried softly when you were gone
mother mother stop screaming
your daughter didnt want this life
mother mother please, just go
drop your knife on your way to the door
mother mother, please, let me go!
i dont want to die by the hands of my creator
mother mother, please, love me!
for I am your child and I cannot hate you
mother mother, how could you leave me?
werent you the one that wanted a boy
and instead you got an ugly botchling
brain disorder, the doctors called it
mother mother soon Ill be gone
I promise to cherish this life as if it were my last day on Earth
mother mother soon the world will know
how the ugly botchling escaped death in a row.
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Codependent, Vol I
Poetrycodependent - characterized by excessive emotional or psychological reliance on a partner, typically one who requires support on account of an illness or addiction codependent is a raw piece of work i wrote while being half dead, half alive. it's me...
