I'm so torn up inside, I think that I need a cigarette.
I don't smoke.

Look, Mommy. See how red my blood is.
I could wish that I didn't feel so much, so I could pretend that the pain is just a figment of my imagination.
I could wish I couldn't feel.

How I resent you.
How I resent me, for resenting you, just because I am always the one to come to you.
How I hate you because of that.
How I hate you for compromising my belief in unconditional giving.

I claim my dignity.
I cut you from my life.
Don't speak to me. I hate you.
I do not ever want to see you again.
I erase every sign of you there is in my life.
Go. Go. Go!

You do not exist for me.