It's fucking hard,
to sit here and watch others
with their moms,
or how they interact with them.
It's fucking hard,
to watch friends yell
at their mothers,
and disrespect them like that.
It's fucking hard,
to hear friends talk about
their mothers rudely,
or tell me they hate them.
And I know all situations are different.
But god it's fucking hard.
It's fucking hard,
to sit here
and listen
when I don't have one.
When mine was ripped from me.
when mine didn't even want me.
When mine chose to leave me for
drugs and alcohol and a life
away from me.
It's fucking hard,
especially on mothers day
when all you can do
is talk to the sky
or her grave.
It's fucking hard
when you barely remember
anything about her,
and it's fucking hard
because it feels
terrible knowing
that you're forgetting her.
It's fucking hard.
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Poems...
PoetryPoems I wrote and thought I would share them... they are kind of dark and personal so...
