Dear mom,

You're drunk AGAIN.
Surprise surprise. NOT
It's fun to watch you drink and act stupid.
But not when its everyday.
I really need you sometimes, and you won't be there.
Physically, you're here.
Mentally? Who knows where.
This isn't fun anymore. I'm terrified to leave.
While you're partying, i'm pretending to be mom.
Who'll do it when i'm gone?
Who'll be there to make everything all okay?
Because we all know you wont.
The anniversary of my fathers death,I needed you the most,
and you isolated yourself from me.
You're never there for me when I need you.
And thats what hurts the most.
You can't give me any love,
and so I turned to drugs.
They give me the love that I need.
I thought I needed you, but I'm done waiting.
I'm done with you hurting me. I'm giving up on YOU.