You’re suppose to protect me from danger but you are the danger. Three times you pointed a razor sharp blade at me, three times. First time, I nearly was scared for my life but instead I tried to end my own life after the incident. If you want me die, I’ll do it myself. Second time. You told me to die. Gladly, I’ll take that razor sharp blade from your hands if I could. I yelled back “I wished I was. I don’t care about life. Kill me already I don’t care.” You stood there not even processing what I said, still screaming at me telling me I was garbage, that I was nothing. And in that same frame of time, you were right and I felt cut right through me. Shivering….shaking….you put me in danger of my myself. That’s not all. You keep coming at me with this false threats to the point where I’ve made it acceptable. Third time, I wasn’t afraid anymore. If you cut me, go right ahead. I know you can’t do it. You’re too much of a coward. And I’m too suicidal to even care what happened. I’ve seen those wild tempered eyes focused on me my whole life. I may cry every single time but what you do hurts just the same. I wished I could feel that blade go through me and then youll finally realize who you have become. A true monster, not a mother who cares for her daughter. No, you will never have my love and I will never have yours. And I think I am perfectly okay with that. One day I will get my “pathetic,freeloading, no pay for bills” ass out of this house and you will never see me again. You don’t deserve to see me. All you care about is money. What I care about is something entirely different and that is where differences clash. You will never be happy. I, on the other hand, will be once I am able to get away with you. Mother dear, you are no mother one mine and you do not deserve the title.