Grab my throat. Hold me down. Spin my around until I die lying on the ground. I am a useless piece of shit that you call your daughter. I am nothing compared to you father. I am worthless without air. I am here living on this gravel petting the sand that whirls around my head. Nothing will ever become of me. Never will be true. Can’t stand what I mean to you. Don’t ever want to talk to you in this tone of voice or then I’ll be thrown back down to the ground. The beginning has never changed and my ending is a shameless appearance. A look back into yesterday is a awful glance. Turn my head away and try not to think of yesterday. Yesterday will be the same as today. Rewind the past and fast-forward into my forgiving dreams. Tonight is another regular night. Can’t wait to not see the light. The glares on your face I wish not to see. Turn away and stare at the grave that I wish be to. Every voice I have ever heard has wished upon my death. Every eye I meet curse upon my grave. Every touch I feel bruises me until I am ill.
