memories etched in stone
all those tears, one broken bone
how i felt i could do what i did
the way you made me feel,
i was just a kid
but now im older, wise to your ways
gone are all your miserable days
you were foolish, you were cruel
you made mum look like a fool
i remember the day you hit me
the day i vowed you death
i wanted it to end so bad
for you to take just one last breath
i prayed for just one moment, a moment when you would stop
but you never did
you had to be in control, you had to have it
the psychiatrist told you that i wasnt well
little did they know of my personal hell
you kept me captive, barred by my tears
now these just seem like childish fears
i lay in the bath, alone and yet focused
i knew that you wouldnt be happy with me
i reached to the floor
and picked up your razor, your favourite thing in this meaningless world, you told me it was your fathers
he gave it to you, you’d give it to me
you gave it to me alright
the metal burned against my skin, i wanted this more than ever
i died in that moment
you took me to hospital, acting with “love”
ashamed, afraid of what the neighbours may think
i know that i meant nothing to you, but that means nothing now, you are nothing
you lie cold in the ground now, and i visit you
once a month, without fail
i prayed as the belt was brought down on my back
that i would never hurt anyone, the way you hurt me
i hope you are at peace, in your self-condemned prison
goodbye