It's just a little pick,
and then all the scary goes away.
The pain subsides, I'll be okay.
I'll be just a body, just some sad mess.
Everyone will be saying she is hopeless.
My eyes will have no soul,
My heart will have no hope.
But I will be in my quiet place, my peace will be whole.
I'll be free from aĺl this guilt, that I carried for so long ago.
Never been a good mother,
Never been a good daughter.
Never was I wanted, ever.
what a mess, my life has been.
What you saw, you think you seen.
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