She says it’s only tough love,

As I spend my days locked in the bathroom. 

She says it’s only tough love,

As I feel my throat constricting. 

She says it’s only tough love,

As I lay awake wanting to sleep and never wake.

She says it’s tough love,

But does she even know what love is?

When did love become tough?

Since when did love make one hate themselves?

But, She says it’s tough love. 

It’ what She always says.