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!
I think it is hard to really comment or critique a poem of this nature. I think all I can really say is that it is great you are writing about these issues and getting some of those feelings on to a page.
It is very brave of you to share this with us. I am sorry that you have had such a hard past, but I hope that you are moving on and doing well now. I have found that some of the people with the worst experiences... have turned out to be some of the strongest and kindest people in the world.
I am wishing you well with all your endeavors. Keep writing!
Wow, you have a lot of pain. We're alike in that respect, and I'm really glad that you're working through yours by creating things like this. However it is you need to vent, keep doing it. I don't know you, but I love you. *hugs*