you come and go but they all think its for show, but if it were would you hide it? would you take the pain, take it on a ride and tie it to your ankles, so you can hardly breathe and you know that you're sinking, but honestly; you don't care. Your mom is on welfare trying to support your brother, even after you left, she stopped using your child support as her support, for cigarettes and alcohol, ya know ma, addiction breaks us all.
you never left, or maybe you did. however, how could i be sure when im wearing glasses, and my hearing is below average, did you ever think to yourself "wow, maybe shes cutting herself and wants to die, but that cant be, she just doesnt wear short sleeves, i provide her with care and the bare necessities." but sometimes you need more, you need to know that youre cared for, and sometimes that's too much to ask of.

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A Constellation of Thoughts
PoetryYou were a constellation, but you were also mine.