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The tears sting as they roll down my cheeks
Mom’s lies take its toll on my wrist
“I’ll stop sweetie; I promise.”
Slice
“I’m going to get help, honey; you have my word.”
Stab
“This is my last drink, baby, no more after this”
Bleed
I sit here in the corner
As rage fills my body
“Mommy, you promised!”
Empty
“Mom, your word isn’t good enough!”
Lost
“This is my last breath, Mother, no more after this.”
Dead