Dear Mom..

So, there's something I have to say..
Even though.. I know you won't listen..
I've seen you get high and feel so fly,
I've seen you angry and all so, "merry".
Your drugs and alcohol is all you can see...
Can't you see... that you're smothering me?
Once I find comfort in the arms of a friend..
You always come along and then.. you pretend..
Then when you leave, I'm all alone..
Yet again.
I break down and cry, wishing you'd cut it out..
If only you could hear the sobbing I do..
If only you could see the pain I'm going threw.
I can't look at you anymore.
My mind and heart have had enough.
My body is stressing...
So. now it's my turn. Maybe now.. you'll see...
What I've grown to be.
Hear the agonizing screams of my painful death..
See you weren't only hurting yourself...
when you gave in..
To the drugs of the devil.
Now I'm up high by god’s side.
I'll watch over you now, Mommy.

I love you..