Okay... So this is just another poem to vent out my feelings. Most people know about... Some stuff that is in this poem, but most don't. The poem will tell you, but I won't tell any specifics... So please enjoy this depressing poem.

The blows I take...
The pain you constantly make...
The tears I shed...
Is it all because you truely wish I were dead?

What are these cuts on my wrists you ask?
It's the only way of hiding my true pain behind a mask.
Yet you laugh at me because of my pain.
You make me feel like I'm insane...

You hit me over and over.
Yet you wonder why I come home sober...
You scream things full of hate at me.
It hurts me deeply on the inside, can't you see?

You are my mother,
and yet you hit me and leave one bruise after another.
Where is this thing called love?
Is the only place you can find it in the heavens above?

Your eyes are filled with hate,
Your love might come just a second past late.
I have accepted that you no longer want me.
So why can't I just leave?

I love you mother, I really do.
My death is going to be caused by you.
I can't stand your hate a second longer...
You don't want me, and you're also right, nor does my father.

I am hit, yes.
I must confess...
I'm not the only one...
But my mother doesn't hit her sons.

Its only me, I am the reason.
I am the reason hate is in season.
Forgive me if I complain...
But this is my only way to get my feelings out, I know it is lame.

I'm just tired of crying.
Tired of acting like on the inside I'm dying.
My mother is the source of my pain.
Yes... She is one of the main ones to blame.

So I decided that I'm just going to shut myself down...
I'm going to stop, and not make a sound.
I am tired of this abuse...
For now the rope around my neck is loose.