can you please stop it?
stop telling me I'm going to hell.
it scares me.
even though you mean nothing to me,
religon is one of those things that mean the world to me.
I can deal with everything else you do,
I've learned by now,
but I just can't ignore when you say that.
so please stop making my stomach drop out and my heart stop,
while i hide under my bed covers from your wishes for god to punish me,
i don't understand how you expect me to call you my mother.