one more day of yearning
one more night of crawling
i have gone closer to death
than i have ever been to my own mother

though my screams are muffled
under all my pillows
i know and understand that she hears me
my mother, come help me

i am lost
i'm just fourteen
i've barely even reached my dreams
please don't call me unholy

come closer and you'll find
the pieces of my mind
i am nothing but hollow
i find no one to follow

but these thoughts and voices in my head
who tell me i'm better off dead
somewhere, somewhere across the sea
my soul will live and spirit fly gleefully

don't you know, mother,
my skin is filled with bones and regrets?
i was taught to keep it all inside and forget
but this sickness runs through my veins

it comes from you
it comes from grandma
it comes from all the men who ruined us
don't blame me for this (please don't)