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My mother Killed my soul, and now i am no longer whole.
U r laying on the floor in a puddle of blood
All depressed and sad
U r crying and wondering y is it so hard
U feel rejected all the time
U feel so unloved
U feel so mad and sad
All the time
U hate the stuff that happens
And this is how u excape
But it went to far now and
Look at all the shame.
It is on the ground it stained mothers white carpet
Red.
Now she is going to be upset when she sees the mess u made
She wont b all that upset of wat she sees lieing dead
She will blame u even through u r dead .
