Black-Hole

Why can't you be like other mothers
The ones who don't care about things like
Grades, Where I go, Who I see
The ones who say go away
They don't cry when i say i hate you
Or when i say I wish i would just die
But then again those mothers don't care
I should be lucky, But I wish you wouldn't
Treat me like such a baby,
And be more understanding
Well i wish i could cry to you for help
Because I feel like a black hole is sucking
Me in and the light is disapearing
And i'm half way through