A Mothers Hatred And A Daughters Hope
Why must happiness be so hard but grief and hatred so great. Why must we learn or except our fate? I feel like crying, I feel like dieing. A knife separates my heart apart. I wanna kill, I wanna take some pills. Where is the familial love here? Hey mom I thought you would be near. Never mind, your yelling at dad and beating me just to waste time. I thought you loved me, I thought you were mine. But now all I see is black and blues shine. When I was young my life was great, but now all I dread is the hatred I anticipate. Where is God? Where is the love that He should show? Wait here she comes, and there i go!
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floraxavier
my mother has abused me as a child into my teen years. it started with my dad but then she went to me. when she drinks which is every night she gets loud and most of the time violent. im in college now and im looking to the better but im putting tis out there so it may help other people and help them know were not alone.