I lie here suficateing in the clutter of my regrets. Wondering why I owe all
these daily debts. I can scream as loud and, long as I please, but my hurt
is sumthing no one sees. I Have a ever lasting pain, constantly running
through my cold viens, but she dosnt even care. does she even wonder if I
have her hair? or do we have the same sad green eyes that only apere when
they cry?Do I really have an impact?does she have the ability to relax?why
me?why me?this is sumthing I dun see these pittyful tears turn into blood
and these pages are starting to flood. My heart is black and eyes are hallow
no one knows how hard these words are to swallow to except the fact that my
own mother has no love. now I see were I get it from.
 
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