Breaking the Cycle

I struggle daily with who I am,
because of who you were.
You never were a mother,
that I know for sure.

You never loved me like you should,
I felt so unlovable.
How can I attract a man
when inside I’m not full?

You made my life a living hell,
you scarred me deep inside.
All my life I’ve lived with pain,
as part of me has died.

You said you tried, you did your best,
with tools you never had.
I understand your own abuse,
at the hands of your own dad.

I know you couldn’t protect me,
so I had to suffer too.
You couldn’t even say to me,
those words “I love you”.

I'll heal from your destructiveness,
since you are now deceased.
I’m here to break this cycle,
this abuse will not repeat.