I Hope Your Happy Poem by Bree Swart

You were out late at night,
Having your secret ''affairs''
Dad was always out of sight,
And god never answered my prayers.

I sit and weep,
As i reflect on the past,
Your soul I shall weep,
As I slice my wrist,
With this shard of glass.

Shrills shot up my spine,
As you appeared at my door,
I said I was fine,
But my soul was no more.

Every night, theres someone new,
and I was the excuse,
Mom, you hurt me,
So I really hate you.

I hate you for hating me,
For hating the person, I turned out to be.

For kicking me when I was on the ground,
For lifting me up, and pushing me down.
You never really cared,
Yet your love you always sweared.

What a bunch of bull$h! +,
I know you would never admit,
What a horrible mother you are,
And you even asked me about the scars.

These scars reflect the pain you caused,
Try and deny it,
But you know I am right,
All these scars, reflect on our fights.

My arms covered in black and blue,
These bruises, caused by you,
But thats not close to the eternal damage you have done,
I'll pull the trigger,
Just give me the gun.
You tie the rope,
And I will kick the chair,
It's all your fault mom,
You just never cared.