drink your water

sometimes i wish my mother loved me. i never actually KNEW her. all i have to go off of what she’s like is terrible stories. and she is a terrible person, but i’m still that little 7 year old girl who cried for you to come back. i still cry about it. why didn’t you choose me? why did you choose drugs over me? your own flesh and blood. i look you up on the local news and see you got arrested again. i thought that after you lost custody over two of your kids and buried another, you’d stop and get better. but you never did.

I’m not a hero

i wish i was more like icarus

the day my friend told me that they were going to kill themself i didn’t know what to do. they joked and said “i was supposed to kill myself last night but i fell asleep” they would make jokes about it and all i could do was laugh because i didn’t know what to say. everyday it weighs on me that i won’t see you at school. you won’t text me and no one will know until they make the announcement.