As I curl up in bed next to my mother her figure seems different it doesn't look like it once did as a child. It looks tired and weak and barely there. Could it be that she's just tired? or is it that both her children will be leaving soon? is it the cancer? did the world finally drain her for everything she had? is the shitty job she's working to keep food on the table slowly killing her? is it the man she married? is it my shitty attitude? is it the fact that her little girl doesn't want to be here anymore? is it me did I drain my mother? did I take everything from her and not give anything back? is it because I blame her. is it because I only know how to hurt her.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
