A poem I wrote when I couldn't sleep.
This abandonmented apathy, this is Your anxiety leaving me suffering. Really did you have to go? No!
Everyday I keep on playing like it's not my heart I feel breaking. Really I do miss you, choking on these tears like water turned into glue.
I know you didn't love me, but you didn't have to leave, I really needed you although you couldn't bear to be near me.
When you chose to leave me, I was so filled with fear. But if you don't want me Mommy, then why do I need you here?
I'm still a little kid, I've grown too fast. Now I feel I've taken life in some epic maturity blast.
Selfishness is the sin you used as your last attack, and I must say you've won, because you really did make me want to take everything back.
You always screamed you'd break me, while I silently took your hits. Are you proud now Mommy, now that this is what has become of your kid?
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