• i make mastakes,
    all people do,
    but you wount tolerate it,

    i wish you'd go,
    after those things you say,
    when your throwing you fit,

    i burst into tears,
    you scream louder,
    and thats when you hit me,

    not with fists,
    nor weapons touch me,
    its what you said that kills me,

    i never should have,
    nor will i be,
    your precous little baby,

    i listen to you,
    those hollow words,
    ringing in my ear,

    you know it hurts me,
    thats why you say it,
    my darling mother dear,

    i'm not your precous baby boy,
    who now rests six feet under,
    i'm the child you distroyed,

    the one who was left to wonder,
    father wont take much more from you,
    and if he goes i'm leaving too,

    but you hold onto my wrist,
    you hald me back, tell me you care,
    thats when you start to yell and scare,

    your abusive and thats all i've known from you,
    and your an aweful good d*** liar it's true,
    when i hurt myself, you sit and cry,
    when we get home you barely blink an eye,

    but in the end it what you see,
    i'm not good, i'll never be,
    after all you damaged me...