ur a w****. u broke my door. im here screamin on the floor. my face is bloody.. do u care? no... u just stand there n stare. is this how it shuld be? cant u see? look what ur friggan doin to me. look at u? wut did i do? my face is all bloody. ur rite... u aint my mom.. but u aint my frend neither... i dont care bout u either. u kuld dropp down ded tonite... wuld i care? no. ill just friggan stand there n stare! like you do with me wen u have me bleedin. bc u dont got the friggan decency to just keep it at a beaten. u go till im bleeden.. all day n most the nite ppl can hear me screamin. u tell me to not say a word or scream any louder bc u dont want the cops to sho. wuddo u got to hide? they alredy no. but yet somehow u got them on ur side. but lets let the rest of the world no how u go n do what u do. and lets tell them all what u friggan put me through. i garantee that ull get friggan sued. u try to convince me that im sick in the hed and that i need meds.. but yet whos the one thats really fucked up in the head and wishen that their daughter was friggan ded? .. wheres the mom i use to have? .. where did she go? what ever happend to the times that wed just sit there n laugh? .. please do me the favor and try to look into the past... kant u see that ive had enough... stop tryin to act tough... kant u friggan see that ur bein too rough.. u tell me all the time that our family is so broken and that us turnin into this was ur biggest fear... well whose the one causing all the friggan tears... we got u sitten in that damn chair drinkin all ur friggan beers.. you got a daughter counten all her brusis.. and my brother a friggan drugg adict kid that dont no what he doin.. my little 4 year old sister in the house... full of all her innocence and she doent understandd why we're all so resistant! and noone ever takes the time outa their day to listen to what that lil gurls gotta say. why wont things go bak to the way the old ways? to where wed be friggan happy each n every day.. but now ur always out gettin friggan laid. than take it out on me because you been played. every night after you beat me, i lay in my room, tasting blood, telling me that im in doom. Ur a drunk, smokin, beatingg mother, who needs help in the head... when will she ever realize she needs the meds.?