mom

Eyes dry and aching too late and too tired to care closed the door, and turned the key too willing to sleep so angry with me Can't we just let it go? Your screaming isn't worth the breath as heartbreak doesn't equal death. Your fiery angst is ill deserved But I find belief in every word Your self-absorbed and miserable identity does not deserve my adjacent misery I can pretend the things you say aren't dumb because the blood in my veins makes me so numb The fact is now to me so plain how clear it is that you are insane and rather than hear one more stupid lie I'd sooner let this sleeping dog die.