A 'loving' Mother Poem by Crazy Writer

You never hit me, no

You never laid a hand on me

But your words were a slap in the face

A punch in the gut, and a stab in the back

I was bleedinng and bruised but it was all on the inside

No one could see

The cuts on my arms were a desprate plea

A plea to show how much you hurt me

Answer me this

Would a 'loving mother' ever call her child a demon?

Insted of comforting me i have 988 lift my chin

My teacher hold me longer than my mother ever will

My boyfriend says I love you till i can get my fill

Suddenly school feels more fun than hanging out with mom

When my thoughts get too loud it's 988 that tells me to be calm

when mama says 'you seem to be doing better now'

i smile as i hide my bleeding wrists

i hide the fact i haven't eaten for days on end

i hide the fact i'm planning my next suicide attempt...