ruby.

how do i cope with my mother’s death? 
          	
          	when you left, 
          	for years i couldn’t visit your grave, 
          	but i can stare death it’s face everyday.
          	even if I’m begging for mercy,
          	praying there’s a day i don’t have to live 
          	with the knowledge that you don’t, 
          	anymore. 
          	
          	I’d never admit it to anyone,
          	but it’s been bad for a little while now. 
          	
          	           - J. (invisibleink)