A poem for mummy

Each bite of the blade
Is dedicated to you,
And all the things
You put me through.

And every drop of blood
I bleed,
Stems from inside,
Where you planted
These consuming cancerous seeds.

The beating's stopped
In my blackened heart,
The day I saw you for who you are
And my life had a chance to finally start.

I said goodbye to you
As if you were dead,
But still you cling
And linger
Inside my battered head.

Each slice of the blade
Is by your hand
From all the pain and guilt you still demand.

I'm disgusted to say that I'm still yours
Even though we're apart,
But one day I'll be free
And won't miss you
As much as you'll miss me.