Her smiles hang only from the ceiling
The seeping wounds of her childhood
Transferred to me like lice
Somewhere along the way
The largest gift she's given me
Is her pain
Her failures are my blemishes
Where does her pain end
And mine begin?
She's a blister on my soul
The weeping never stops
My insides are soaked in her red red blood
Her hand is covering the hole
But somehow I know -
It belongs there.