im your bitch

I cant ever seem to help you
or even pull my weight
i know that i disapoint you
so now i will say farewell

my poems are shit, my stories fake
i have nothing left to give
so now ill move on
im just wasting good air

scratch out my face
rip up the pictures, leave no trace
that i was here, wont be long til they forget
my worthless name, and ugly face

im always in the wrong, cant ever get it right
you shouldnt have to deal with me, its not fair
i am a waste of space, a good for nothing fool
but soon i'll sleep forever more.

cant ask you to understand.
you've done to much, i know you ALL hate me
but i dont blame you. my family are the victims
and im the bitch that makes them suffer.

i smile a smile of hurt and pain
the blood trickles down my hand
66 paracetomols and a morgans spiced
should help me sleep