Imagine your mother, the woman that gave birth to you, raised you, that woman you would do anything just to make proud of you, looking you straight in the eyes and telling you she knew you didn't love her. And then imagine her telling you that every single day, in her actions and her attitude and sometimes even in words. And no matter what you do that's what she truly believes. Could you stand it? Cause every time my heart feels like it's being sliced with a razor dipped in lemon juice, and I don't know how much longer I can bleed. And all I want is a hug from my mommy, but she's the one cutting me into pieces. I've held on for years, but eventually I'm going to bleed out. It won't be long now.