dear mother,
i hope you hear the pain and suffering in my voice when i say i hate you. some one told me that you have to feel love before you can feel hate, but the truth is i do love you. and i will always love you because you brought me into this world, and gave me the thing's i needed to make it some where in this cruel world. but the one thing you never gave me was love, something i've been deprived of all my life. each day is a constant struggle for me, going to school to find myself surrounded with people who either hate me for who i am or love me for the person i pretend to be. i try to block out their words as they mock me, holding back tear's and forcing on a smile. i take the cold silent walk home to find someone else yelling at me, to hear you're words in the back of my mind. telling me that i'm useless, and i was a mistake to you, that i was your biggest regret. you beat me, and blame me and put me through thing's a child should never have to go through. you laugh at the scar's on my wrists, and the burn's placed on my arms. you mock me for the tear's in my eyes, and the story behind them. you lock me in my room, with no choice but to cry and drag a blade across my wrist. you make me feel worthless, like i have no place in this world. like i don't belong, i will never be loved and i will never be something to someone. you laugh as you abuse me, hitting me over and over until you finally give up and stare at me blankly. i'm holding onto nothing, but i'm too scared to leave. you ignore the abuse, the lies and the pain. put on your make up and act like it's all gone away, so remember the word's in my voice, when i tell you i hate you.
sincerely, your un-loved and un-wanted daughter.