Antidote

29 | silent screams

You don't know how painful it is to hurt me piece by piece

Physically, mentally tired-your child's completely wired

You tell me things I never want to hear,

I'm not a rebel but your words I just can't bear

You insult every piece of my being,

My self-hate grows-you know nothing

mama, about me you know nothing.

You don't know how hard it is

not to make a single yelp when I cry myself to sleep.

You don't know how hurtful it is

to ask for somebody's help when you're cutting me deep.