Mom.

Every time I look in the mirror, I see her face.
Her jade green eyes reflecting in mine.
The same hideous, remorseful complexion.

Everytime I speak,
I hear her voice,
Her degrading words, drowning out my whispered pleas for help.

Every time I look at my wrist,
The self-inflicted pain and scars,
I feel the sting, of lashes against my skin.

Every word I write, it's inspired by her.
Every time she shouted at me,
Every time she degraded me,
Every time she hit me.

A story of how she slowly killed me.