Mother

I was three years old
when you dragged me to my room
you beat me close to death
but instead i was given doom
you left me bloody and cold
you left me lying half dead on the floor
then you locked the door

mother, what have you done
you've even chained up my soul
you beat me close to death
now tell me was that your goal
how come you didn't just grab the gun

do you know what it's like to be alone
and to grow up with out a home?
raise a daughter in a place
where she'll never see
grandma's face
does that make you happy to know
don't tell me to shut up
I'll take my life and go