playdough person


two days


its been nothing but truth from the begining
but nothing but lies is how its ending
it took two days to arrive
why would you do this, why
'You really hurt them', this is all you fault
little phone conversations
to make sure i knew what she was thinking
go to the bathroom
she would follow
hotel room
her sleep was shallow
erica tried to talk
but mom continued to walk up
i know who hurt my sister
i've always kinda know he was a bastered
mom was so bitchy
so we sat quitely
guilt after guilt trip
trying to make it stick
telling me what to do
and what not to say
i don't havemuch time
music up loud thats my sign
mom continued to say
'Bill hung his ass'
and'i'm talking my life back'
i didn't let it show, how guilty i really felt
to get people involved
for them feel the rath of mom
theres not much to tell
it was just a living hell
the only giult i feel
is for the pain i caused, to the ones i love, for thats real
this was my battle from the beginning
and it will be until the end
the pain that people are holding now
is why i was always the ONLY ONE to try and find my way out
now i got to go
every so offten i'll leave a post

Submitted: Friday, April 02, 2010

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