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by ChaoticSchemer Oct 23, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
It's not that you can't see Truth is, you just don't care For I'm nothing more to you Than a daughter you can't bare I can feel it in your hugs And the fake smiles you paint on I can feel it when i walk in the door Like you wish I was still gone Every word you speak of me I hear, and oh they're vague When I try to kiss you goodnight it seems You'd rather have the plague Mother I try to do you right But being weak makes me do wrong Every time I try to make you proud I just prove I'm not that strong I ask you now, why bother trying? If I accept that I'm a failure I'd rather pack and leave my life behind So you can go back to how you were I don't want to rain on your parade Or ever jeopardize your career So I'll leave you when you're sleeping mom And you can forget that I was here I'm sorry for the 'dramatics' again Obviously you don't realize I'm a mess I'm just so tired of this life and you Can't possibly think of me any less You say suicide is for the weak Well, name me of the weak And realize I'm in capable Of surviving. So to speak Would you like me to 'just go'? And finally get out of your sight? Mom would you rather mourn a daughter than Just kissing her goodnight