To Mother

Words may not break bones
But they broke my heart.
My miserability amplified
By your miser tongue.
The hope of a small child dashed
Against a wall daily, repeatedly.
Each plea and love-word spent
Until I was in debt, and homeless.

Pain so bad I wish I could die,
And you pile on painful words.
Every time you speak it just adds
To the hurt I feel everyday.
Someone without a mother’s love is--
  You still breathe, and until you no longer do
 I will be trapped inside this hate.
 Until you are buried deep
 Within my heart, I will always be your little girl--
Subhuman, undeserving of what could’ve been.

Author's Note

Yeah... Kind of just flowed out of me as is, might rearrange it for clarity later.