By: Hilda

But it was never my fault the way you treated us Though I blamed myself For hating you that much I wish I didn't exist Maybe mum could have found better She was never damaged But you damaged her Your flesh always aches for the bottle A devoted lover you are Loving your darkness was something she did, But all you did was make her life darker Shaky grounds she walked on, While you were busy hugging bottles as your family, Childhood memories still hunting, Scared of love I am, Maybe in another life, Mum will find a good man for herself, Even if I don't exist.