When I was five, 

I told my mother I wanted to fly,

But she ripped off my wings

And hid them from me.

When I was eight,

I decided I was going to be a mermaid.

But, my mother told me, the sea,

Could never love me.

I was ten,

When I decided I would be a leader,

But my mother pushed me down and told me,

"You are bound to be a follower."

I was thirteen 

When I first realized I wanted to die,

"I need help!" I screamed,

But she told me to get over it.

I first realized I hated my body

When I was fifteen,

Lining the toliet bowl with my self disgust,

My mother told my i was,

"pathetic."

I was sixteen

When I first tried to commit suicide.

Staring at me getting my stomach pumped,

Pills floating out of me,

She asked where she went wrong.

I am eighteen, 

And I told my mother I just want to live,

Just want to be Me.

So, she stabbed in the heart and walked away.