Without

Throwing things at the wall
Trying my hardest not to fall
Sliding that blade across my wrist
Watching you ball up your fist
Love isn't supposed to be this way
Where you hurt all night and pretend all day
I just want the easy life
One without you and this knife
I want a life filled with love
One without your hateful shove
That's my son you almost hit
I hope you die chocking on your spit
The spit that always ends up in my face
You say I am such a disgrace
But it's really you that's wrong
I should have known it all along
As that blade leaves my arm
I hope you do our son no harm