Your face.
Your face.
I don't want to see it.
But I do.
Every.
Single.
Morning.
I see your face,
In my mirror.
And I hate it.
Your face makes me want to scream,
and scream,
and scream,
until my lungs ache from the pain of letting you go.
But I can't.
I can't.
Who could let go of someone so vital?
You are the only person that I could  
never forget.
You made me...
How could I let you go?
I want to...
But it is impossible.
It is impossible,
even though you came to my seventh birthday,
high and thoughtless.
It is impossible,
even though you introduced me to a  
beast who would later destroy my capability  
of trusting and loving.
It is impossible,  
even though you watched me waste away as a child,
while you put fire in your veins.
It is impossible,  
even though you have stabbed me in the back,
EVERY time I came to trust you.
It is impossible,
even though you let my sister fall apart,
after being violated by your girlfriend.
It is impossible,
even though you created me with a  
beast who does nothing but  
shame and control.  
It is impossible to let you go.
I can't let you go.
I can never let you go,
Because you,
are my mother.
You are my mother,
no matter how much of a stranger
you have been my entire life.
I have no choice
But to forgive you,
Because I want my mom.
I need my mom.
Please.
You have done awful things,
and I am ******,
but I will never
be so mad that I don't want you to come back to me.
I will always want you to come back to me.  
Please,
just come back to me.  
I love you.
And I need my mom.
Mom, please.
Just once, tell me you'll stay,
and mean it.
Just once.
Once,
Please.