Written words cut deeper
Their knives are dipped in venom
Laced with hate and intent
The attack carefully considered
Are utterances more easily forgiven?
They're both still thoughts
"I wish I never gave birth to you"
Well, there you have it
When compared to your pedophile son,
I still come up last
I must be evil
My inception dreams tell me so
I see him lurking in corners
beckoning to me
Do you see something I do not?
I continue on licking the wounds you keep opening
Cursing your words
You relish in my actions don't you?
Is my unhappiness your only victory?
How could you possibly enjoy this
I continue to sink lower
Trapped in my own thoughts
If there are shadows, shouldn't there be light?