Why...

Many days have come and gone, that I wasted asking why,

I obsessively seeked for answers, never getting a reply.

The weight of my pain was crippling, and would bring me to my knees,

The shame I carried all these years, left me riddled with disease.

I thought that I was evil, and Id surly go to hell..

But the evil was not inside of me, but in the truth I had to tell!

My mom, she couldn't stand me and her hate would take my breathe,

I just wanted her to love me, but instead I prayed for death.