Broken Home

I'll never let you see the tears
Nor know the pain you cause
I'll never show my silent fears
Nor any weakness, such a flaw

I stand strong in this broken home
Holding up what littles left
These empty halls I often roam
Victim to such painful theft

When I was young, without a care
We had just enough to get by
Back then I solemnly declared
You will never see me cry

Eleven years later, look where we are
So broken, so bruised and ashamed
I've never had to go too far
From home to just be blamed

It is my fault you left him
And it's my fault you pop pills
I'm to blame for all your sin
After all this time, even still

He insists I'm the thorn
That rests in his side
He hates I was born
And just wishes I'd die

All the while, you just run
Hiding with a razor in your room
With a bottle of pills its so much fun
You're killin' me, I'll be gone soon

You have no clue of your effect
On how I live my life
And I doubt that you'll accept
I'm right about the knife

I'm dying, falling before your eyes
Why wont you catch me when I fall
How can you overlook my cries
Do you even care at all

You tell me you love me oh so much
And I mean the world to you
The blade holds not a gentle touch
You know my words are true

I need you now, so help me please
You're hurting me so deep
Every cut brings me to my knees
Carries me closer to my last sleep

This ones just for you...Ma
And I hope you'll finally see
That all you just have read and saw
Is a loving plea to you, from me

*to my mother,
I'm beggin' you to stop. No more razors, no more pills, no more bottles..you're killin' us both. Please Ma, just listen for once...I've made my sacrifices...can you do the same for me?*