I am done. I cannot do anything anymore. Nothing I do is right..
What's the point of trying?
I try too hard I make mother happy, but she just makes fun of me...
She is never proud and she treats me like a prisoner..
Locking me away from society...
She tries to take away the only things keeping me sane, she takes me away from my father.
She takes away my friends and any form of social skills away from me.
She's a theif, and all she spits out is lies.
Too many lies, I hate it.
I lie on impulse, I had to lie my intire life to survive living with my mother
And I hate it
Every breath is agony
I want to die
Maybe I should.
All I know is, I most likely won't be back in a while
For I am drowning in my tears hoping for night.