Six years old and the words hurt,

"Shut up, you're stupid and I wish you were dead".

Like some fallen tree, old and frail,

Six feet above and my life already done.

Twelve years old and crying every night.

Self esteem is gone, destroyed by pride.

It doesnt feel good, but Im told its right.

Build myself up, just trying to get by.

Eighteen years old, finally free,

Yet still feel the pain of missing you.

Im all alone, not afraid anymore

Torment and torture are my best friends.

Even though you hurt me

I still love you

Painful and abusive

Loving still has a virtue

Ill never forget what you did to me,

But I'll always love you, Mommy.