Part Of Me That's You

A poem I wrote while mad at my parents.

Young and free, but so broken
Slowly dying by a soul you've stolen
Cries you've heard, but chose to ignore
Leaving me clueless as to what's in store
This pain I can handle alone in my room
But this poison you feed me, will lead to my doom
The scars on my wrist will fade, but won't be forgot
You lost my trust, and my love can't be bought
And everything about me, I now must undo
Just to rid myself of the part of me that's you