I hear the News on downstairs, because my mom is so focused on what's happening everywhere else rather than in her own household.
She doesn't see the suffering her daughter goes through as she suffers to save relationships that slip out of her fingers in the blink of an eye
She doesn't see the cuts on her wrist as the blood drips down the stairs, along with her daughter who slips by the kitchen quick enough for her phone to ring, another excuse to avoid what she can't bring up in conversation herself
She doesn't see the threats on her daughters phone as she lie awake at night reading her texts on the phone bill because she'd rather snoop on her social life, than ask herself because she knows she's embarrassed
She doesn't see these things because she chooses not too see them, she doesn't see them because her mother saw all her insecurities and she's scared that this will all some how make things worse
Little does she know, she's all that girl has anymore