Dear mom

Dear mom,
I wish i knew how to make you love me...i mean really love me
But that's  y i hate you.u act as if im invisible,as if ive perished the day ive reached my peak of adolescence.
Hug me maybe ill like you,if u still dont love me i promise i will cut my chest.open and hand u my heart maybe then youll love me
Mom u smoke right,?so wouldn't u prefer new lungs then u could take my breath away
I hate that id die for u.if i helped u out around the house more would u stop starving me,im starving for us to be normal i would say again but i dont remember us being that wah.sometimes i wish i didnt hate u  but deep deep down inside i really do
Maybe the reason you treat me like this is because im the reflection of the way your mother treated you
One day ill probly ask u if you'll ever ask me y i hate u
U shouldve aborted a child youd never love im the only one who gives you time or reaches out for that hug
My flaws are my own i do nothing for attention but i regurgitate my mistake and repeat them
I cut these flaws away but in the end i just bleed sorrow
Hopefully ill stop hatin u but as for now i guess ill just prepare for the pain of tommorow
Hate,Shadiyah