Standing in the kitchen Looking at the broken glass. Thinking about my living And the time we argued last. The pieces are transparent Blending right in with the floor. How could you be a parent When you always wanted more? Gathering the fragments I can’t help but cut my hands. Flaunting your achievements As you pretend to understand. Blood flowing from my body And my vision tinting red. You didn’t care about my hobbies Or the time I went to bed. The cut is only skin deep It will stop itself in time. Wounds beneath the surface keep Bleeding on and on like mine. I am Bleeding internally Look what you’ve done to me Have you begun to see How you have treated me? Scarred for eternity Crying I clung to the Hope that one day you’d free Me so that I could breathe! A child’s life is like a glass egg You must handle it with care. Once broken you may cry and beg But the pieces still are there. Shattered they will hurt you If you try to pick them up. Finding love from other venues Making yours not worth a fuck. You didn’t give me what I needed When I was under your care. And now you’ve been defeated For a scar is always there. I am Bleeding internally Look what you’ve done to me Have you begun to see How you have treated me? Scarred for eternity Crying I clung to the Hope that one day you’d free Me so that I could breathe!
Matter, Energy, and Life of Michaela A. Castello.