have a bad mom, i haven't ate in days;
I lied I've had a dixie cup and three crackers
One I saved.
I have a room called a basement, no windows no fresh air
I want to tell someone but my freedoms up the stairs.
My rib cage is showing like a ladder on my skin
I know my mom will feed me, i just don't know when.
Once the door opens my bones begin to shake
I know she's going to hit me so i pretend I'm not awake