This poem is about the hurtful lies my mother has told me.I have learned to forgive her over this year and I wish she would call me. I was really the "pyromaniac" you could say lol, but I really love fire works. This poem is about self harm and I fortunately do not do any anymore.
Fire works booming out the door
Running in the Fields fire was there I swore
Hair was the fuse the bomb was that whore
Nitro was piling more and more
Fire for hire
Fire for harm on my arms
My immature mother’s a liar
I want to set her on FIRE
Pressing the blade on my arms
Blood bubbles like a person gasping for air
Burning fire on my arms
The pain always works like a charm
Blood comes up like a flood
Hating all my “friends”
It always made me feel like crud
I feel like my life is a dud
I hate when that cunt always shuns
But I had addiction dancing on the skin of my arms
At least I had it good in the long run
I don’t want to miss out on all the fun
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