Picking up the pieces
That I have left behind
Wanting to be whole
Would be the easiest way
Who will teach me to drive
Or help me pick out my graduation dress
Who will be there to talk to
When failed a test
Who will go to my graduation
Or even walk me down the aisle
Who will try to do their best
To just see me smile
You chose drugs
You chose not to write
I have tried my best to have your love
But you still don’t care
I don’t want to hate you
But I am still not telling you its okay
Someday you will see
What you let go
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You're right....that person will be sorry one day. You'll turn out to be a success Katie and you will have only yourself to thank for it! I know it's hard when we don't have that support system that we want. My mom didn't go to my high school graduation (even though I was the first {and only} out of five kids) , she didn't go to my college graduation.....neither parent when to my wedding (so we went to the courthouse) . I'm okay though! I say hey, if they don't want to be a part of my life...it's their loss. Try not to focus on what you don't have but more on what you do have (and where you are going....you'll get there!) I believe in you Katie. And, I'll be there......at least in spirit! Sincerely, Mary