Screaming
crying
and burning mistakes.
Mom you stole my childhood
you stole my happiness.
You stole everything from me.
I hurt myself
and starved
and had dreams about dying.
I didn't want to be here
because you wouldn't stop screaming at me.
Eat your food.
Clean your room.
Why are you sad?
You're just lazy, not depressed.
Do you know how much money you cost us?
Maybe if I wasn't here anymore
I could save you some pennies.
For I were to die
there is only one thing I'd write to you: I'm sorry that I was a mistake. I didn't mean to cost you, or to make your life harder. Maybe this will be easier with me gone.
I can't even express in words how much pain you put me through.
I can't wait until I have a daughter and become the parent you never were.
