Incompleted

You can tell me I'm not right, and that there's something wrong
it's why I can't be near you, unless it's not for long
you're asking me what happened
if I'm burned and why it's scarred
all of this I cannot tell you, you've made it way to hard
everything I've ever hid from you I kept within my soul
and so I bled it out to see if that could make me whole
I know it never helped me and it probably never will
but it helped let all the problems out that made me feel so ill
so now I have my other friends
they help me more than you
which is stupid since a family is supposed to stick it through
I'm not saying that I hate you, you know I never could
I just wish that you could help me, like a family always should
we fight too much it makes it hard to look at you the same,
but other people have it worse, I try not to complain
someday perhaps I'll tell you when it's completely over
until then, this is from me, your incomlpeted daughter.