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I did a little parody of Sweet Hibiscus Tea for the Dear Mother story
Sweet Hibiscus Tea parody
Here's the feeling that I can't do anything right.
Try as I absolutely totally might
The wounds are bruising, my body is blood. The belt rises and falls with a deafening crash.
And I am not your child. I do not even know.
I don't own you anything.
I don't even know what I would owe.
And if you look at me and see
The wounds you caused
The artificial way the light hits the leather.
My heart breaks at every sore.
You've already broken me all.
And I have never been so bruised
And it has never hurt so much
And it is bleeding out of me
Someone help me.
Things get a little better with some sweet melodies
Without the bitch in which I fucking see.
My legs are hurting
My face so ugly I could burn the whole thing down
It would not catch
Cause all the blood is slowly running out
And I am not your child
I don't even know.
I don't owe you anything
I don't even know what I would owe
And if you look at me you'll see
Bruised, beaten and bleeding
The special way the blood runs down to my knee
My blood drips on every board
Its already halfway through the dawn
I am down here on my knees
Will someone please help me