Mom
You know that I love you And that I don't want to let you down So please stop looking at me,  with a mad frown You showed me and taught me, to be more independent But I think you went farther than even you intended I'm not really okay on my own But I try to be to show you that I am grown I read one of your diaries and how you were depressed So how can you look at me and say I'm not a mess? You've told me I'm overweight and that I should lose a few pounds Now I can't look at myself so I just stare at the ground You're no better than me And as far as I can see, you're the one who needs lose some of that honesty You tear me down and make it hard to look up Why don't you just say it, just tell me that I suck! I can't believe I'm saying this, and it really is true But a part of me dies each time I become more like you I just wanted you to be tender, and maybe give me a kiss But because of you there are scars on my wrist Its hard to be your daughter And I wish that it wasn't For you to be proud of me, well that'd be a present You've given me panic attacks and suicidal thoughts too That's why I never want to become like you When I have a daughter and she's feeling down I won't be the one who put her on the ground In a couple of years or a decade too I promise that I'll be a better mother than you.
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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