her eyes used to shine bright with hope that someday this would change
years went by slowly it fades dull and sullen is what left
thoughts of razors and pills cross her mind things could be better off, without them to point out every slip up, every mistake, thoughts change...
Why torment yourself when you can make it miserable for them...dreams fill her mind of a childhood lost to their thoughtlessness
Remind them daily it was them that made you the way you are today, cold and collected
