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She's Dying.


The days are spent in the small interior of the bedroom
Trying to dream away whatever has plagued her in this age
Ignoring the world and succumbing to almost eternal slumber
Yet she only rises to go to the night shift.

She's letting the world slip away from her
Ignoring every phone call that is directed towards her
Every urge to rouse her from depression in failure
As I stand by the door and grit my teeth angrily.

Mother.

You're not that strong person anymore
Because I broke you down over the years
In anger you told me I was the reason you have no friends
I was the reason why you didn't do anything
I was the reason we are here....

A mother is what the world is
Especially when they are the only thing you've got
Someone that raised you up countless times through everything
Then in spite and selfishness we throw it back into their face
Telling them lies ans spitting hatred....

You don't deserve me.

You gave birth to me.

And I'm killing you.










                                                I'm sorry.
Written by Chandler (Gleana Snipoms)
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