Made

Made in an empty womb
Tell mama I'll be better soon
Even if it's a lie
Let her believe it's true

Made in a broken house
Told to be as quiet as a mouse
As cold hands
Hold down my body

Made in the hopes of bringing peace
Made to be the opposite of destruction
Yet here I stand
Sledgehammer in hand
Breaking and hurting hearts
All around me

Sweet mental illness
Drown me in your everlasting numbness
So I can forget all the ways I failed
To fulfill the reasons why I was
Made
Made
Made
Made

In the end
All I am is made
And the reasons why
I simply threw all away



Credits
Writer(s): Isabella Christine Pozo
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