Pretty Lies

All the pretty lies That fill my brain All the pretty lies telling me I’m insane So i take a blade to my arm Then wear hospital socks to hide the scars Disassociate as to not raise alarm All the pretty lies you fed Telling me I’m better off Dead All the pretty lies you thought me Told me me can harm me So i let him in my bed In my head Father words Telling me not to fight So i laughed And giggled And sent him pictures He then used to get me to vape Momma doesn’t know i used to use All the nights she used to ask why I’m so tired All the nights she asked about “That new bruise” The one that came from you punching me All the lies you fed Are the reason I will be dead.