Dear mother,
How have you been?
Do you miss me?
It's been a while
Since I've last seen your face
Have you smiled today?
Or even at all?
I'm sorry I left you this way
It must be cold over there
It's quite boring here
Nobody talks to me anymore
Do you wonder why?
Perhaps they know what I've done
Maybe someone saw us
Maybe they did believe you
Then why, of all things,
Am I still here?
Did you spare my guilt for your own?
Did you lie so I could live?
I'm so sorry mother
That I'm not the perfect daughter
And your smile has stopped coming
I'm sorry I went out
When I should have stayed in
Like a good child
But my curiosity got away
It's not your fault
But don't you know that?
Why are you still crying?
The blood is gone, mother
I cleaned it up
Why is your face so pale?
Why are you still silent?
Mother, the knife is gone
I swear I won't do this again
Please wake up
I need you
Mother?

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Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind