Dear mom,

by Angel   Jul 6, 2008


This will be my last words before I go I think I should tell you why.
Ever since I was little as far back as I could remember you were never there, you were not there when your best friends brother was creeping in my room late at night. You where not there when your child cried out in pain so young so pure, so innocent. That night was the night your child's innocents was forever lost, forever gone, forever lost, and were where you? Then in the twilight of the night I was gone from you, you were no more and that's the way it was till the night you came back so many years had passed. Did you look for me did you think of me no you where too busy with your friends. In your life I was again but I was forever lost to you did you know that then? Oh you tried so you say for I will never see what you say happened. As the ears past the more lost I got the more the darkness crept in to my room, even when that darkness should have been the warmest tenderness, but that turned out to be the most darkest of them all, Oh there were so many did you know that? You say you didn't but we both now different. If you didn't know then you should have know the day I told you my life will become another's. But that light that was burning inside me I had but out for in doing that was fallowed with my darkest hour. You say you didn't know but we both know different, you knew that day after it took them three hours to get all the toxins out of me I told you then and so did they but you didn't want to hear you turned a blind eye like you always have. When I got home I was ready then to face my fear end it all and send them away, but where were you, left me alone in such a state. Something broke that day forever wounded I shall be, never to heal that wound will be forever lost I shall be. You will never know how deeply you have hurt me never you will know how long I waited that forgetful night, longing to be held and kissed to be told everything will be OK, never will you know the scars you have forever but on me. Never will you know the women I have become a strong loving caring, mother to my own, smart, beautiful, funny, never will you know me, for the person you once knew is dead, I took the little part of that soul and became what I am today, a child of yours but by blood only and nothing more, I write this to tell you your daughter is dead.

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