Description: I fucking hate my Mother if she were to dye tomorrow I would not shed a tear of sorrow simply joy... I hope she dies a long and painful death and just possibly she can experience somewhat of how my life has been thanks to her
You took this trust I placed within you,
Slowly you picked away until nothing
Absolutely nothing was left to give!
Since the day I've been born,
Since August 18th of 88' you have been in my life.
You saw my transformation into a little tom boy to a young women.
You saw my awkward periods
As well as my happy moments.
Being my Mother you've seen it all
Therefore I sit here and ask you,
Why did you put a pin prick hole into my heart and watch it bleed?
Why did you take the trust so naturally given to a Mother by a daughter and slowly pick away at it?
WHY the FuCk did you have to go and sqeez all the life out of my heart
As you watch me dying in front of your eyes
There is no emotion
You do not care for me as you have pretended to
You allowed him to touch me
Allowed him to go into my room late at night
You tolerated these actions by turning your head away,
You acknowledged his behavior by suddenly having blinders on
DOING such a thing... KILLED ME
YOUR OWN FUCKING DAUGHTER
HE... the MAN who abused me could never hurt me the way you have done so
This man could go on abusing me until end of my LIFE
although the amount of pain and disgust would not even COME close!
To the pain you have ultimately caused me
Or the extent of my disgust I have for you!
wow< first off< i want to say sorry for whats happened to you, I do know what its like to have some one haunt you at night. I do those feelings of horror, as you lay in your bed and wonder, and dread, of their coming. but what I don't know, is what its like to have a parent turn their head away. My parents never found out, other wise they would have gotten me help. I;m so sorry for whats happened to you.
Seconed of all, about the writing it self, its raw in emotion and feeling. you give no cover up, to the truths of sexual abuse. You don;t fluff it or censore it, which is one of the things that made it good.
Also, how you so feeling exspressed your hatred towards your mother over turning your head, reallly put feeling into it to. You didn't hold back on what you wanted to say,
I can really tell you opened up your heart in this peice. Thats what it really takes to make a writing good and worth while. Its just not the same if you don't.
Keep the lease on your devil, by keep writing, your doing good. and once agian, i'm sorry, no one should have to go through the things that you have, and no parent should turn their head away from it