Dear Mom,

I'm so sick
Of swallowing my tears
Every single fucking night

I'm not good enough
Never good enough
Never worthy enough

It's hard to love myself
When my own mother is dragging my self esteem
To oblivion

And I try so hard to believe I'm smart and beautiful
But then you're there
Anchoring me to the sea floor and telling me I'm dirt

"You could get hit by a truck
And I would not cry"
"I never want to talk to you again"

In your eyes, the bad is antimatter
The good is hydrogen
And I am a black hole

No matter how many times I'm right
I'm never right
And you are omniscient.

So you know what, I'm so fucking sick
Of swallowing my tears
Every fucking night