\"He beat me\" you said
What made him see red?
Was it the words that you said
That tore up your bed?
In your flustered haze
You search for the gun
I fear for your life
You say \"fuck it I\'ll get a the knife\"
You scream at me \"GET OUT\"
I don\'t move from the table
For my body is frozen
My mind is unstable
My minds thoughts are racing
\"Is this the day?
Am i losing my mother
By her own hand?\"
From her haze she calms down
She lowers the knife
No longer am I fearing for her life
But her mind is gone and will never be the same.
Another day passed in the depression game.