Help Me?

The blade runs across my wrist, blood runs down my arm,
Mama I just asked for a family.
We can pretend, in public you turn on your charm,
But I still feel alone.

The cloth mops up the blood, the floor is stained,
Mama I just asked for a hug.
From fiery anger there is nothing to be gained.
But I still feel dead.

The sobs are muffled by my pillow, my tears carve scars into my soul,
Mama I just asked for a kiss.
I wish I could be real, I wish I could be whole.
But I still feel hope.

The screams are only silenced by the whistle of the belt,
Mama I just asked for love.
Your apologies will do nothing for the fear I've felt,
But I still feel hate.

The pain is only stopped by the gun,
Mama I just asked for meaning.
You beat me and now I'm done,
But I still feel guilt.

Goodbye, Mama...