Why can I be perfect?
Do I always have to be a defect,
My mom hates me,
My dad leaves bruises....Why Cant you see?
My older brother tried to kill himself,
Some day Ill do it to myself,
My younger sister is smarter,
Maybe if I tried a little bit harder?
Im that friend thats replaceable,
Do they not know Im breakable?
My house sucks,
What the fuck?
I dont know why Im complaining,
Im ashamed,
I know people have it worse,
I just need to rehearse,
I cant let anyone know how I really feel,
After all everything heals.
