Message to my Mother

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this was a message for my mother and still is for her about how much i hate her and before you judge me for sayin i hate my mum read it first

Submitted: August 21, 2012

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Submitted: August 21, 2012




Message for my Mother


Hey you! Yes you. I know everything about you. I've spent my life with you. I'll always know how you'll

react to anything, good, or bad. I'll always know what you're thinking and who you are. And this is what 

I have to say to you, I fucking hate you. You make me feel like such a piece of shit. I've cut, burnt, and

taken pills trying to kill myself because of you. Every time I speak to you you either yell at me, call me a

whore, or accuse me of being a druggie. You even told my little 8 year old brother I was too busy

whoring myself out over the internet to play with him. When I accomplish something the first thing you

say is that I could have done better. You make jokes about me being a whore in front of my family. I'm

sick of you treating me like such crap every time im around you. You make me want to die. I've thought


killing myself so many times, in so many ways, that it is fucking pathetic. I don't wanna die. I wanna

have the same chance to live just like you got. Don't I at least deserve that? A chance to be me?

Everything about me that you dont like you say is devils work, and act as tho you are all holy in the eyes

of God. Fuck you Bitch. You call me the whore, when you're the one with illigitimate children by

different daddies. You've actually had the gall to calll me your slave, that you can treat me any way you

like, and I can't do shit about it. I just cant take this anymore. In the rare moments when I'm happy, I

have wished that I would die then. Just so I could die happy and would never have to feel like I do

when I'm around you. You have already taken the best of me, taken everything I care for from me? I

want My Freeedom. Won't you please just go away? I'd rather die than ever see the person who is

supposed to love me most in the world treat me like a worthless whore. How am I supposed to feel?

What am i suppossed to do? I can't deal with this anymore. I'm breaking down, there is nothing left

for you to take from me. So what now? Well I've come to the conclusion that I shudn't have to be in

pain because of some stupid bitch. I dont believe in god anymore thanks to you. But that bottomless pit

of hell they refer to, if it exists, I hope that is where you'll be you nasty ass cunt. If anyone should

kill themselves, it's fucking you. I want you to die and go rot in that place, just so i never have to

fucking see you again. Oh, and in case you didnt get it earlier, I fucking hate you! Just wait till I get on

that plane to florida, you'll never fucking see me again. Then maybe you'll be fucking happy. Like you've

told me before you should have gotten an abortion like my father wanted.

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