My mother

The little girl
sits just there
her body shaking
arms are bare

except for the blood
that is getting mixed with tears
all the hate and depression
she's locked up for years

no one knows how
really, inside she Cries
waiting for the time
to say goodbye

she sits and thinks
of her jolly friends
them not knowing their friendship
will come to an end

she cant yet answer
the questions she asks
but to lock up her hurt
was to hard of a task

she's to hurt
to care anymore
this ones too deep
to become just a sore

she cant stop the bleeding
but she doesn't care
she's through with all the pain
she cold never bare

and yet she manages to
whisper goodbye to you
to the friendship only
some have kept true

to you guys
it's not your fault
i locked my emotions
up in an impossible to open vault

it's not your fault
don't blame each other
for all the hate and strife
was caused by my... mother