Mothers Tears.
Sucidal thoughts filling her head her brain cells are functioning pain.
as she watches her son slowly injecting crack needles threw his veins.
she cant belive what she has 2 do 2 survive, prostitution for a doller.
N' its hard 2 see her daughter havin unagreeable sex with her father.
everyday she's recive'ing a different gift from the devil as a present.
dating a alcholic, son is a fean the oxgen shes breathin is unpleasant.
shes living in a deadly house so she uses blood as her only oentment.
everyday she looks in the mirror N' she sees nothing but disapointment.
laughter from evil, whispers from hell reveal's itself inside her hatred head.
and its hard getting help from her parent's when both of them are dead.
makin da wrong move she falls in the arms of demons N' gives them a kiss.
''her mind changes as her daughter walks in catchin her cutting her wrist.
good thoughts are coming out her system god's hope are easily washing.
while she thinks theres nothing to live for sucide is her only N' best option.
trying 2 help but knowing he can't stop its too late her son is addicted.
and she hasn't pay her payments to the devil N' now her life is evicted.
as she falls alsleep that night with bruises and pain all over her face.
nextday she wakes up in the world she wanted to be in, in the first place.
