He doesn’t look at me like before mother..
He hasn’t noticed my hair or how i try to look pretty for him..
Mother, I’m not even sure if he sees me..
He doesn’t hold my hand
He wouldn’t hug me, not even once mother ..
He passes quietly by our quarrels like a guest when I desperately need him to speak
He sips his coffee, reads his paper and wouldn’t chat with me like before mother..
He treats me like a shadow while I reach for him screaming with unheard voices
He says he still cares but I highly doubt that mother
What have i done? What have i become? Where has he gone mother?
I pray to fall asleep every night but the bed doesn’t feel comfortable like before
The walls silently suffocate me as i stare at the nothingness around me
It’s probably my destiny mother
To learn to just love myself and write to you mother
He slipped away unlike anything you predicted mother
He doesn’t love me anymore and thinks I’m insane mother
He loves me, loves me not, loves me, not..
What have you done mother?
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