Sorrows of the heart

Why is it that every time I try,
You just look down,
And every time I smile,
All you can do is frown.

When I kiss you,
You wipe your lips,
Using your hand,
And your finger tips.

When I say I love you,
You just donâ??t care,
When I ask if you love me,
All you can do is stare.

I work all day,
Then cook to eight,
Just so you,
Have food on your plate.

Not once have I ever had a thank you,
Never have I heard a please,
Sometimes I want to kill you,
To get me up off my knees.

When I cry all night,
You donâ??t ask why,
So I cut myself,
And wish to die.

I watch the blood run down,
It dripâ??s off the knife and on to the ground,
I scream but no one can hear me,
I scream and say â??I want to be free.â??

Then I cry all day,
You donâ??t ask me why,
You donâ??t ask me why Iâ??m bleeding,
Thatâ??s why all I can do is cry.

This is the hardest thing,
I have ever had to say,
But I know that no mother,
Is meant to be this way.