she layed on the mattress. staring aimlessly. numb, dark and decayed.

I have learned not to depend on you, yet when I finally ask you of one motherly task, you go ahead and fuck it up again. You say you will change, yet I bet you will sleep in till two again tomorrow, just like the last seven years of your wasted life. I can't even remember what the old you, that you so often claim, was like. Thanks for everything you never were.