Dear Mom,

Dear mom,

It's like you're dead, even though you're not.

Your ghost floats past my room into my sister's

and occasionally into mine.

I sit in my room as I see your car lights shine against my window-

lighting up the darkness that keeps my soul in chains.

I hear you open up the door, letting in your presence.

Your voice haunts me in the kitchen,

I hear you talk, mostly on the phone to someone I don't know-

echoing in my ears,

through my head.

Maybe I'm the one that's dead...

Author Notes: Wassup ;p

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