I just don't understand
we used to be so perfect

you used to tell me
that I was the best thing that ever happened to you

i used to make you so bright and colorful
you used to be so happy with me

you used to bring me flowers and say
until you met me you thought about killing yourself

but you don’t say these things anymore
and you don't do these things anymore

and lately I'm not sure if you even feel
the echo of those things anymore

and now I'm sitting alone in my room
crying over the dried petals of a dead rose

Depression.
Depression took over my mom’s life.
Suicide attempt.
Bullied when she was younger.
Made fun of because her mom couldn’t always afford nice clothes.
My mom went to college and became a nurse.
She didn’t see me grow up, she was to worried about her job.
My mom wanted a divorce from my father, the first time I heard them fight about it was when I was 13.
Pills.
No sleep.
Barely eating.
My mother stayed in her bedroom most of the time.
Sometimes she made me breakfast though.
When I was little I use to want to sit at the kitchen table, my mom always said no, she had bad memories from when she was a child at the table.
Be careful what you say, she might get mad.
I love my mother even if she doesn’t always remember she loves me.
She has told me she hates me 3 times, she doesn’t remember saying that.

The Poet's battle:
Making her poetic thoughts
Poetic writings.

Sad Poems.
Sad Girl.
Sad World.
There is no light, I see only darkness.
I can’t remember the last time I was ok.
Eating Disorder.
Self-Harming.
Binge eating junk food.
I can't remember the last time I didn't do those things.