You spat those words at me.
They were like venom running through my veins and eventually leading to my brain.
They stuck to me like super glue.
In the night while I slept those words would echo through my head and changing my dreams into nightmares.
When I awoke, shivering and crying the words turned into voices.
They would be screaming, shouting, pounding in my head saying: “You are worthless. You are ugly. You are fat. You deserve what is coming to you.”
I would cry in my head to make it stop but it wouldn’t.
Those words you said to me haunted me for years in my dreams and every day.
I thought they would vanish in thin air but they didn’t.
After so much suffering, I sought out help.
They told me I was suffering from trauma, from how you mentally abused me.
After so many months of counseling, those words ended, the nightmare stopped.
I finally was able to move on.
People say you still love me as a daughter, but what kind of person would torture someone they loved.
You will never be a mother to me; it will always be that way.
If you even say those words to me again I will stick up for myself, I will never let those words haunt me.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
That is a lie words can hurt you and haunt you but those words won’t ever do that to me again.