00 Shawna L
To my Parents:
Its you who runs,
the razor across my skin.
Pulling my heart out,
to help you win.
You've always been there,
but you covered it up for so long.
and nothing has become of you,
and now you aren't as strong.
To even forgive yourself,
to tape the broken glass.
Too tired to even bleed,
from kicking your own ass.
You're everything you hated,
looking at the open scars!
Stupidity covers you like a blanket,
you never wanted it to go this far.
Every time you look into the mirror,
I hope the scabs are picked away.
For the worm to enter,
and show your ugly face.
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