You are too sick to stay up and chat about our days
You are too sick to have lunch with me
You are too sick to support me
You were too sick to drive me to class
So I missed it
You were too sick to make a lesson plan
So I fell behind
You were too sick to make us breakfast
So I did it
Too sick to be there for me
Too sick to notice that I am not okay
You are too sick to be a mother
But not too sick to live your life
You were too sick to be there for me and I learned to accept it
But I'm not sick enough to matter
I curl into a ball on the floor and can't move
I go days without eating
Shut myself up in the dark for days
But I am not sick enough
I will never be sick enough for you to give a shit
You've stared at me in a hospital bed and told me not to bother you anymore
You've just watched
I know you care
You have to care
Don't you?
YOU ARE READING
Musings on Life from a Dead Girl
Poetry#2 in poetry July 2024 Poetry about the life of a girl.