Gone But Not Forgotten

The blade scores another day,
Covering all my body.
Everyday is torture,
I'm your living disaster.

You beat me till I bruised and bled,
But even though I've left you,
Everyday I see your face,
Hearing your voice and laughter..

A mother you were suppose to be,
My world, my protector,
But instead I was nothing more,
Than something to vent your anger.

You hated me, but I did love,
Until a child of fourteen,
When everything we never had,
I knew was just a dream.

But still each night I sit and think,
Could I have done something more?
For you to have loved me,
Even through my blatant flaws.