Did you know?
Did you know that you lost your daughter a long time ago?
I’m not me anymore.
I’m not the small innocent girl you loved anymore.
I’ve grown up.
Everyone grows up, but what hurts me is that you can’t seem to accept the Viwe that I am now.
I didn’t know that growing up would mean that I’d be disappointing you every step of the way.
I’m sorry but I can’t help it.
I can’t help that I’m now a teenager and boys notice me.
I’m sorry that now that I’ve found my voice I can speak up for myself.
I’m sorry that I’m Me.
One day I might just put you out of your misery and kill myself.