Your face is all cut up, and bleeding,
Sink into the pool of vomit poured out for you.
Don't tell them where you are, ok?
I don't want mommy to be angry with me.
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Oh mother, don't cry.
It's not your fault.
Some of us are demented.
Some of us have been twisted.
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We're not always alone,
Sometimes overwhelmed.
Fill those dark pools you call eyes,
With tears, wishing for more.
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No mother, don't cry.
Save it for my later.
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Your body is all bruised, and sore,
I didn't mean to hurt you so much, darling.
But don't tell them where you are, ok?
My mommy is angry with me.
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Oh mother, don't cry.
It's not your fault.
Some of us are demented.
Some of us have been twisted.
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We always feel so alone,
All the time, our fault.
The dark pools of vomit I call eyes,
Have been leaking down my face.
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Oh mother, I'm crying.
I can't help it mommy..