Butchered soul

Say to me what i need to hear
say to me that death is near
little hands toying my mind
making me feel one of a kind
eat your words you pathetic knave
you need not the life you gave
you shunned me when needed most
making fun of fathers ghost
make me feel so worthless and low
my eyes will open the time that you go
to see you fall like a rain drop
hitting the floor, making your brain pop.
choices of thought have taken me
this is the way i want it to be
rip me open again mother
ill show you how i shudder
useless hag you make me choke
ill never forgive you,

the mind you broke