First off id likes to say who gives a fuck if my spelling is off
This is me venting
The pain I feel watching my mom want her glass cock
Watching her eyes in a glaze for the meth that she craves
Today I saw her for the first time in 8 months, since she tried it set me up
She called me to the room with a globe in her hand
craving that hitt she wanted oh so bad,

how can she do this
she lost my brother because of it
my tears can no longer be held back
as I watch my mother committ suicide
her teeth are gone, she no longer thinks for herself
she thinks for the meth
how would she feel if I killed myself
What and how do I explain the way it makes me feel?


My legs are shaking, my body feels sick
I can’t make her stop, but I can’t pretend to be strong
Because in this situation I am week
All I want to do is cry and beg for the mommy I always new

My tears feel a lot of anger the depth of my soul is not explainable
Cause I have a mother for a meth head