I know you love her more than you love me.
Even though my whole life I’ve tried to be the perfect daughter. I’ve done everything I could do to try and make you proud of me. I’ve bent over backwards to help you just to make sure you’d love me. I’ve defended you hundreds of times to countless people…
…but you’ll never love me the way you love her.
She’s so ugly, though. She controls you. She’s turned you into someone I don’t even know. She makes you do things that make no sense, she constantly puts you in danger …and she begs you to hurt me; so you do.
She has turned you into someone so selfish and empty that I don’t even recognize your voice.
You don’t smile.
You don’t laugh.
You don’t sleep.
You don’t live…
…but you’ve got her.
You’ve got your pretty little pill addiction to get you through the day…
..but I don’t.
I have to wake up every morning and wonder if you’re still alive…and I have to deal with that, without a mistress, EVERY single day.
I have to go through HUGE things, alone.
No girl should have to sit in the bathroom floor crying while she’s losing what would have been her first child, because she can’t even call her Mom.
No girl should have to fight for the love and attention of her mother…
…so I’m done fighting.
You’ve got her, and I’ve got me.
You’ve always chose her over me…so now, I’m choosing me over you.
I hope she is there for you when you fall…