You're dying slowly
Dying in a path in which you chose..
You didn't ask for help,
You used to meth to kill yourself,
Drown yourself in pain..
You won't see that i miss you as my mother..
Just the word ' dying ' feels like it means you never cared..
You won't ever see me grow..
Though you never have,
You always ran away..
Not taking time to see how i am,
You just choose that drug..
Never will i do that to you,
You're choosing a path that you can't leave..
She has you,
You wouldn't be able to leave..
She wants you to suffer,
Just like you wanted too..
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