To my Mother.
The woman that gave birth to me and paid for me to breathe each new day.
I hope every argument was worth it.
I hope every word you threw at me helped you cope.
I hope whatever you get out of me in the end was really worth what you put me through.
I truly hope that you thought about what you did, not just doing it out of spite, and so can live the rest of your life guilt free.
I wish I could tell you.
I wish I had the strength to make it not this way.
I wished nothing for myself but happiness in the next moment.
I wish that you could have seen me, and what I hid. Maybe you would be happy I lasted as long as I did.
All I had was hopes and wishes.
All I had was me, I wasn't enough.
Beaten, I was less and less everyday,
I could feel myself slipping away.
