They gave up on me
Just like they gave up
On being sad
About her
I told them that one time
Mother cried
Father yelled
They told me they never gave up on her
But if they never gave up
Then why
Isn't she here
Right now with us?
If they never gave up
Then why
Is her room packed into boxes?
Boxes now shoved into the attic
If they never gave up
Then why
Didn't they go to her hospital room
The last few days she was there?
If they never gave up
Then why
Are all the pictures of her
Taken down
If they never gave up
Then why
Do they leave a room
Every time her name is brought up?
If they never gave up
Then why
Did she have to die
Alone?
If they never gave up
Then why
Did they always avert their eyes
At her sick body on a bed?
If they never gave up
Then why
Is she forgotten,
Like a mistake
If they never gave up
Then why
Is her grave still barren
From flowers?
If they never gave up
Then why
Did they never comfort me
Tell me she'd be fine?
For I'm not weeping
That her body is gone
I'm weeping
That they gave up
When she needed
Them most
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