Mistake
i was a mistake...
i was never supposed to be...
that's why you wish i would die...
that's why you hate me...
it's not my fault i was brought into this world...
but you act like it is...
i always hear you say... "i wish you weren't my kid..."
you say so many things...
and expect me not to hear...
then you act like you never said it...
"oh... i wasn't serious... don't worry dear..."
you alwys make me feel unwanted...
like i'm a rag doll you throw into a box...
you always keep me in the house...
never give me the keys to the locks...
you make it seem...
like you're happy when i'm sad...
i tell you that's not how it's supposed to be...
you tell me, "to bad"
you're supposed to be there...
you're supposed to care...
but that's just a dream...
in reality...
you would never dare...
after being locked up...
and uncared for...
for so long...
the pain is too much...
to keep inside...
so i go for the blade...
and cut away all your lies...
once you see the cuts...
you act like you care...
but i hear under your breath...
"the knives are in the kitchen... cut deeper next time...
if you dare..."
maybe next time...
i will take your advice...
go as deep as i can go...
let my blood pour free...
your wish will come true...
dead is what i'll be....