mother dearest let's pretend.

how can you sit in your room and pretend that you do not hear exactly what is going on right below you? there is no way you do not know you've seen it many times before. you know exactly how he is,, you know when the bottle is finished so is she, but you no longer care do you? you sit in your room and pretend to sleep a person in a coma couldn't sleep through the yelling going on below you. but go on pretend that it's all okay. so tell me mother dearest... do you remember comforting her? telling her that it was all okay? trying to make sure she knows that none of this is her fault? do you remember that or are you so caught up in yourself that you can't? so tell me do you realize what you are doing to her by not being there for her like you used to be? why can't you see how it f_cks her up? so mother dearest, tell me.... can't you see it in her eyes? don't you see the pain and suffering? i can see it in her? and i'm nothing. can't you see how miserable she is, how she is never happy, how much she hates herself? can't you see what you've done to her? she just wants her mommy there.. like she was when she was younger. she is so beaten down and broken already, what makes it worse is she barely has any years on her. she is so young, but no less defeated. she yearns for that time when she felt the gentle kiss of her mother's lips on her forehead for no other reason than to remind her that her mother still loves her. now her days are filled with sorrow, she lost her mother, no she didn't die, she is still alive, but you wouldn't think so. she has blocked out everything, she now pretends that nothing happens. this young girl can feel herself turning into her mother, exactly what she was get away from, but maybe this is exactly how it is supposed to be, and you can't change destiny.