Dear Mommy-
This tieme I know it's true.
When you yell "I don't love you"
You pull me down stair by stair
You pull me down by my hair.
Each night as I crawl into bed
I reach up, and touch my head.
I feel the lump, sometimes there's two.
I don't know why I still love you.
I still love you even when I feel the lump on my head.
I know one day you'll hurt me so badly, I'll wind up dead.
You don't love me, I know it's true.
But mommy..No matter what..I'll always still love you.
