gashes keep getting bigger.
Current mood:  distraught

I hope when you go looking for answers,

You feel the bite of wolves instead.

Never happy with the daughter you had.

Always felt the need to make more, it’s sad.

Do you revel in the future you’ve made?

Always looking for more things

that’s suited ur tastes.

Does the ghost of my younger self haunt you ?

Do you hear the sound of her laughter in the next room ?

Cant admit your mistakes.

Turning a blind eye

Until you’re back where you started.

Do you feel guilty ?

Or are you proud of who you’ve become ?

Daddy’s little girl

No longer comes home to his arms.

She had enough of his pride

Finally looked the lies in the face

Decided to cuts ties

A fathers disgrace

I hope when you feel a lack of air in your lungs,

You feel the hands of my younger self die on your throat.