Better is a concept I hacen't quite grasped yet.
What is better?
Is it even possible?
You can't even talk to me,
You don't comprehend.
You don't notice when I am not okay,
When i go to bed early so I can cry,
You don't know how sick you are anymore,
Maybe it's God's way of getting you through,
But will we ever make it?
This is a crappy poem.
I want you to be better mom.
I miss you.
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