her hands once soft with comfort now carve their anger deep “my dear it’s much to late for you she’s gonna kill you when you sleep” for the stuffed animals will be the only ones that will hear your silent weeps they’ll be knocking on the door from all the cops and federal creeps your lifeless body laying there, your life remains incomplete the echoes of the silent death, the strain of heartbeat your mothers jealousy would’ve lived in your head “my dear you’d still be breathing but your soul would be dead” she would’ve poisoned you with her words instead of the kitchen cup she would’ve made yourself throw up she would’ve never been there “my dear your mother just simply never cared” she was selfish a stuck up wanna be poet that was living threw her daughter was it never enough to just be your own? fuck you mom your the one supposed to be grown jealous of not beauty but the purity of my soul damn mom all you’ve ever wanted was control choking on your power while i’m trying to stay whole i bet you didn’t know there are pieces of me where no one goes i bet you didn’t realize where i run away to that this home isn’t my home just a place where i stay that im daydreaming my life away have you realized that im not always here that my mind is wandering drifting off somewhere you never saw the cracks, the cracks that run so deep the silent screams i buried the secrets i couldn't keep you made me doubt my worth made me question what was real but i found the strength to fight even when you tried to steal and i'll rise from your shadows i'll stand in the sun because someone has to clean up the damage you’ve done