Dead At Last

The date of her conception,
Completely unknown.
For she was not planned,
She's reminded everyday.

From the moment she walked
She had a list of chores,
If all were not done
She'd hear her mother's words:

Why are you here?
Why do you exist?
I never even wanted you.
You can't do one thing right.

As time went on
Their bond would grow,
But mothers words
Would never fade.

She could never understand
Why she was hated so,
But her mother still showed love
When needing it, herself.

Years and years
Of this vicious cycle
Never to be suppressed,
And never to be exposed.

Each day went by
And turned into months
Months into years,
And years to eternity.

She always did
With a smile on her face,
Every chore she was told
Everywhere she had to run.

Never receiving thanks,
For everything she's done.
Never been appreciated,
For the life she's given up.

She's never felt:
True love in her heart,
Friends by her side,
A shoulder to lean on.

She's never seen:
Children at play,
Her mother at school,
Her father at all.

She's sick of it all
Can't take it do more,
Now she knows
What must be done.

She steps in her room
And sits at her desk.
She takes a piece of paper,
And says goodbye:

"Goodbye, I love you.
I'm sorry."
She stares and pauses,
Then moves onto her bed.

She pulls her knife out
From it's drawer.
She's done this all before,
Just not to this extent.

The blade is cold,
But getting warm.
She sees the blood,
It's thick and red.

She forces a smile,
And with her last breath says
"Finally dead at last,
But still I feel the shame."