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What mother's day means to me It means the day you left me the day you died the day I had to grow up and face the fact the world sucks I try to walk around like this day doesn't exist but it keeps finding me where ever I go your face is slowly fading away, but your memory still lingers in my heart I hate this day and what it stands for the day you where no longer there the day i had to watch you beg for release I know you are safe now that you no longer hurt I only wish I was there too

The scars on my arm speak to me, they ask why they were borne. I hide my face from them, to embarrassed to answer. They twist and scream, demanding to be seen. I close my eyes to escape, but I can still feel them growing inside. The razor calls to me and I clinch it in my palm. A single crimson tear is released, and the screaming stops. I am released back to my sanity, left with a new scar to answer to.

Lost in the emptiness of my mind, I find myself staring at my shadow. My body twists as I try to find a way out. I fall deeper and deeper into the recess of my soul. Chained by the pain and misery inside me, I can not find the release I need. I claw at my rotting flesh, to only find nothing inside, Not even a beating heart. My tears have dried and left me with only the lingering memory of what once was. I will never be who I was, yet I do not want to be who I am.