I told you all my problems,
but showed not a care for yours.
The yelling was a daily thing,
followed by slamming doors.
Sometimes I heard you crying,
when you thought I'd gone to sleep.
I rarely ever saw you cry,
but I often heard you weep.
I know I would've said sorry,
if only I'd realized I was wrong,
and now that I want to say it,
it's too late now that you're gone.
I need you here beside me,
to be that ONE person there for me,
to at LEAST pretend to listen when I speak,
and actually show you care for me.
I took you for granted, Mother.
For that, I'll hate myself forever.
I took all my pain and gave it to you.
Now I'd give anything for us to be together.


 
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