I have no one to turn to;
My mother hates me
My sisters can't trust me
And my father dominates me
My lover is away so I can't see him everyday
I don't care about these things;
But my mother hates me.
She says I make her want to kill herself
She says she wishes I could die
She says I'm the reason she cries herself to sleep
and is depressed.
And I can't say any of those things to her
All because I love her.
I don't think anyone knows how it feels
When the one you love all too much
Says that they hate you and wishes you death
It's a pain of the worst kind
It's dark in this home and someone help;
The pain won't go away...
Author notes
Written at a time when my mother and I were in constant turmoil with eachother. It's not necessarily like that anymore, we're rebuilding our relationship, but I posted this poem to keep a piece of the past. To have a better future one must remember the past.
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- Dark! Love! Hate! Pen it! by darkhawk.
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Aw babe, I know exactly what you mean. Well, maybe not exactly, but close. My mother hates me too, but I hate her back. I try to remember what it was like back when I felt nothing but love towards her, but when I think of her all I remember is how she took my happiness and shattered it. She divorced my Dad and ruined everything I had. It's more complicated than just that, and most of it I will never forgive her for and she knows it. And she blames me and my sister Aud for ruining her life so it all works out. *shrug* But whatever. I'm way over being depressed about it. I've been motherless for a very long time and I can tell you, I've had a lot less problems with depression since. But I wish you the best of luck with your mother. It's hard, but you love her. And I'm sure she loves you. Keep up the great writing!
~Hannah
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Wow
My mom and I are a lot like that. Except I recently moved in with my dad and I haven't even seen or talked to my mother in about a month. I think that's the longest I've been motherless. As much as she is a bitch to me and as much as she hurts and hits me...I miss her. Because I have memories of before she went crazy...when I was little and she was my Mommy. Those are the good memories that make me miss her a lot. I have to stop now before I cry, lol. Good write though.
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