Slash your wrists
Dry your eyes
Slice your forearms
Bleed them dry
Cut your thighs
With the want to die
That is all I hear
When you're drunk
And won't stop yelling at me
Hitting me, throwing things at me
Look me in my eyes
You made me feel like
Like I wasn't enough
Even for a mother's love
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Poetry for the Heart
PoetryPoetry that anyone going through a hard time can relate too.
