Dear mom,
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I’m not the perfect daughter.
I’m sorry I have scars from self inflicted wounds.
I’m sorry I drink every night in my room,
I’m sorry I cry almost every night.
I’m sorry I feel like everything and everyone, including you would be happier if I was dead
I’m sorry I sometimes yell at you, but I feel like that’s the only way you’d listen and even then, I’m wrong.
I’m sorry I try to hide everything, but when you see I’m sad you just scream at me.
I’m sorry that your little girl turned into a f-ck up.
I’m sorry I’ll never be what you want.
I’m sorry I’ve never made you proud.