Mom I have to go

You seem to not care after all

Mom I'm going to leave

You seem to not care for my dismiss

Mom I have to get out

You seem to not care for who hurts me

Mom I have to run

You seem to not care for who follows me

Mom I'm at the hospital

You seem to not care for my call

Mom I'm going to die

You seem not to care if I'm gone

Mom I loved you

You seem not to care for those three words

Is it rally love

If it makes your heart pain

Makes you go insane.

Is it really love

If you cant breath

When it hurts so much its not a want but a need.

Is it really love

If you cant seem to feel

And thiers a whole in your heart that wont heal.

Is it really love

If your heads always in the  cloud

Makes you wanna scream out loud.

IS>IT>REALLY>LOVE.

Let me read a story:

There was an angel

White and pure

There was a devil

Black and corrupted

There was this feeling

Innocent and chaotic

There was revenge

Poisonous and bloody

There was a kiss

Goodbye and I love you

There was an angel

Broken and unholy

There was a devil

Purified and breathing

There was this feeling

Devoted and theirs

There was a touch

Goodbye and let's meet again.

I gave birth to an angel

I was raised by a devil

I cared for my angel

I was nothing for the devil

I love my angel

I wasn't loved by the devil

I kiss my angel

I was hurt by the devil

I was my angels mother

And, I was once the devils daughter. . .

I lost a piece of me.

Get me out of here

I lost a piece of my life.

Let me get it.

I lost a purpose of my life.

Get me living once again.

I became a monster.

Let me defeat it.