12/09/14
She noticed the cut on my wrist ,
She noticed the bruised on my hand ,
She noticed the blood on my cloth and bed .
She noticed I have lost some weight now ,
She noticed I rarely eat at home now ,
She noticed I get cold easily now.
She noticed I spend a lot of my time in my room ,
She noticed I keep making myself puke if I eat ,
She noticed I have becoming bad again.
But she's too scared to ask.
Momma I am sad ,
Momma I can't control myself ,
Momma I cant stop my hatred ,
Momma I am addicted in damaging myself ,
Momma I think of the way to die every night .
Momma I am too broken , nothing can fix me any more.
But Momma ; don't you worry ,
I don't hate you nor put the blame on you ,
and believe me ; none of this happen ; is your fault.