The other night,
I told my mom how I feel,
about what she does.
She got angry,
and broke a glass table.
Then she kicked me out,
and told me that she hates me.
My stepdad found me,
in an alley.
He then took me home,
to a raging mother.
She made me clean for hours.
And when I was washing the dishes,
I stabbed myself in the wrist,
hoping to die.
And now I look back,
wishing I had done it.