My mom isn't supportive of my dreams.
She makes me wanna scream.
Why doesn't she attempt to care for me.
She treats me like I'm dirt.
Underneath her feet.
Always making me hurt.
Calling me a bastard and a freak.
I'm none of these things.
So, yes it stings.
I try my hardest not to breathe -
Around her, but my heart grieves.
For the loss of the mom that I knew.
The happy one.
The one that made my fly: flew.
No acknowledgement from your first born son.
Everything's my fault.
I'm trying not to cry.
I scream for you not to close the vault.
I help you out, and we shout, only to gain Disdain throughout our try's.
Broken hearts on the floor.
Reimbursement for the broken and shattered corridors.
Wishing I was someone else.
With a good mother that made my heart melt.
But life is a problem.
Dying would be perfect.
Wishing I knew the conundrum.
Stuck with all this pain.
But mom, just doesn't get it.
She tears me up.
Treats me like shit.
I just wish -
She'd spoil me again.
Renounce all our sins.
Stop playing pretend.
And release our demons into hell without a chance of redemption.
Just once, it'd be nice.
Just perfectly nice.
