You see me as the happy girl,
That facade will not work here
In my room the mask falls flat
My tears shed and my heart breaks.
The "fat girl" you see, the jokes you make,
They burn deep in my soul, mom, this is the last time,
I am packing my bags and getting out of this asylum!
I stood up to your neglect for the last time.
You think you can call me the fat one the young baby fat.
You mom you're wrong. You can apologize all you want.
It will never go back, my heart will never mend. Your words burnt deep and the fire just keeps spreading. Kudos to you, your "baby" is gone! Now the cutting and my mental pain can somewhat disappear. goodbye pain.
I call that one The Pain. thank you please be honest and tell me how i can change it if its not good.