Blinded

It hurts now, since I can't have a whole life

And it hurts more, knowing that it's your fault

Thanks, mom, for all of that

Because now, I cut myself.

You thought that I was lying.

Begging for attention.

But I wasn't.

I wish I was. I really do.

I asked for help, and you cut deeper.

I don't know why.

When will you open your eyes?

Because I might finish myself off soon.

I hope you know that I still cut.

And that I have severe depression.

And I really hope you know

That I ain't staying here.

Once I'm out, I'm gone.

Don't bother looking, because my friends know

I won't ever cry because of you again

Because you'll be looking for someone else to hurt.

So, thanks mom

For putting me down and calling me a liar

Because now, I have hope

That you'll suffer like I did.