Through One's Eyes

The pain,
the torture.
How can this girl,
deal with all of this?

My life not so perfect,
but better than hers.
At least,
I don't have her bruises.

Break the silence,
let your whispers out.
Please, let it out,
before it's too late.

Don't hide anymore,
show your pain.
Everything will be okay,
I promised.

But you didn't listen I see,
poor girl.
Why didn't you listen?
I wanted to help.

Where will I go now?
I've lost this girl.
Who am I?
..Oh. I'm her mother..her abuser...

...And I regret everything.