How is it!?

So tell me how is it to hear my cries through the night
And know they're because of you

Tell me how is it to see these slits along my wrists
And know what drives me to it are your cold words spoken from your lips so shameless

How is it,
To see your daughter, searching for clothes to hide her bruises

How is it,
To see my frail body, yet still not eating, as you scream at me I'm fat

How is it, to read this suicide note,
To know I'm now dead because of you
Tell me mother,
Do you feel any shame, or have I finally made you proud?!