mom's not proud of my choices,
there's a new girl every month
and i'm starting to think
that the walls in my room
are trying to suffocate me.
dad's slamming doors
and telling me to
FIX YOURSELF
AND DO WHAT I SAY
FIX YOURSELF
OR YOU'RE NOT MY DAUGHTER.
he wants the best for me,
he wants the best for me
he wants the best for me.
try to understand.
her head is another place-
a place full of hope
and love,
mainly
a place where you're there
and where she doesn't need to
live up to the expectations of other people
but now that she's finally here,
she can't seem to find you.
where did you go?
and there are oceans of red
down her thighs
there are oceans of red
on her arms
on her hands
in her mind
down her back
down her lies
flowing through broken promises
and shattered glass.
ten ;h.k
