Eyes puffed, tears continue to roll
Staring at the mirror,
playing scenes that’s making me fall
Remember that time my eyes filled with fury?
Saying I feel crazy, I don’t feel like myself
My mind is now a remedy that I can’t stop
Hating myself more every second.
You know how worthless I am.
You ignore what I feel
just, ‘cause you can’t face the truth
You’re Are Fucking Up, Admit It
I’m stirring up my feelings
Giving me a mirror to talk to
and calm me down
Have You Stared At My Fucking Face
and, thought how?
How can I help my child?
Let him know he’s not alone
It’s too late.
I’ve got to know my own reflection
Telling me the truth about myself
and, sure it does help
I punch, I hit, I want to cut
the parts I notice are more weak
than the rest.
Since, you’ve never noticed
the bruises
And never wondered why I’m furious.
Instead, yeah call it bipolar. Crazy,
or just plain you need help.
I’m abusing myself.
Doing self-harm to myself.
And all you can do is look me
in my crying, pleading eyes, yelling,
I want help
Showing a face of disgust to only say
I’m over the way you are
I might’ve stole your childhood
to raise my babies
But, now I don’t need you anymore.
They’ve grown up
Your feelings don’t matter
never knew why you cried from the start.
Just go, leave me alone.
I’m gonna still ignore you
You’ve only been my product, from the start
And then, I think.
Maybe the mirror does know
What it’s talking about
Clenching my fist
I raise it above my neck
Straight to the face with a swing.
Until the pain I feel
forces me to understand, I’m a product.
That’ll always be told
Just, go
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