sweet as sugar.

I've lost all energy, all motivation, all desire; to run away.
The hope is still there, the want is still there; for someone to come rescue me.
You haven't noticed. If you were a real mother, you'd have seen it by now...
That I'm slowly growing quieter, less caring, more silent.
Less effected, more dumb, more useless to you.
I used to be sweet as sugar.
And now I'm just a diluted lost-cause.
I warned father, I told him about you.
He laughed, he's afraid of you.
You're just a woman. You're just an animal.
You have no teeth, you have no claws.
They're only words.
I'm used to falling off my bike or roller skates on sticks and stones.
Terrain and fallen pieces of tree can't injure me forever.
Scars heal.
Bruises heal.
Hell, even asphalt melts back into place if something cuts it.
Diamonds can be polished.
And books can be re-bound.
But what you've done to me has no reverse-effect.