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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.