Hurt

A mother's hurt.

                          HURT



For all the times you've made mistakes
I've made four
And for every time you've wished you died...
I've died a million more.
I have tried and tried to make things right
But have only made things worse...
And now, by God, I swear to you...
I'm done, so done it hurts.

We've fought over stupid things
Things not worth fighting over
Still I look to you as my only one
My flesh and blood, my daughter.
Now you hate me so to hurt me so..
Turn and look at me...
Please...

Look.
I'd give the last ounce of blood in my veins...
If you needed it...
I'm needing you now...
Where are you?
I'm
hurt.