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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Family · #1334863
To my mommy
No, you're not
I know you don't think I think you saved me
Is this the end? Are you ready to tell the truth?
I'm not hurt; the scars don't tend to show through
The skin, full of life but stained from tears
I'm always reminded of those years
But there's no more tears left for me to cry
No more reasons not to say goodbye

I don't care how dead you are inside
I don't care how many faces you hide behind
Truth be told, you're nothing but a liar
And in the end, no one will save you from the fire
That you will call home

No, you're not
I know you don't care I care, you ruined me
Is it over? I don't think you can take this
I've been through it all before; you missed
You last chance to change your mind
You should've loved me; one day you'll fine
Yourself humbled and broken and so all alone
I have been this way for so long

And when you're finally ready to let go you will be granted broken wings. You reject love and it rejects you. And nothing will save you from falling forever in a hell that you will call home.
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