Author's Note: This is really I how feel right now . . . Enjoy.
All of this . . .
It hurts . . .
It’s killing me from inside . . .
I can’t take anymore . . .
Why must we scream at each other?
Why must we act like we hate each other?
I cry . . .
I scream . . .
I hurt . . .
We blame it on a lack of sleep,
We blame it on stress,
We blame it on hormones,
We blame it on life.
But what you don’t understand.
Is that I still care . . .
Mom . . . what has happened to us?
To who we used to be?
Has me growing up killed the way we used to be . . . ?
I miss you, Mom . . .
When did this happen?
Why must we fight?
I wish that we never suddenly began to hate each other.
That we never lashed out in hate . . .
Our words posion, like flames . . .
That we never decided to scream at each other . . .
I love you, Mom.
And I miss you . . .
