Im sorry, Mom

February 18, 2020

To the woman who gave me life,

Im sorry.

To the woman who sat in the emergency room while I had my stomach pumped,

I'm sorry.

To the woman who had to visit ward after ward, year after year,

Im sorry.

To the woman who saw me go to rehab twice just a month apart,

Im sorry.

To the woman who has a damaged daughter that doesn't know how to live,

Im sorry.

Sincerely,

the girl who doesn't want the life that was given to her.

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