I hope you are happy with the damage you have caused,
suddenly life is like a nightmare again,
and I hold you responsible for the tears in their eyes,,
and the pain that's piercing through their hearts.
She has been waiting half the year for your reply,
even though her heart knows you will not come,
and I feel disgust that you don't seem to even care
whether your mother lives or dies.
You are breaking her fragile heart
and I don't know if she is strong enough to survive
until the end of this heart-breaking fight.
Although we are staying separate right now,
when we are dead one day,
remember the dead can't talk,
and we will never regain this lost time
that could have been spent together.
Who am I to judge you,
when I know I am far from perfect,
but if i could climb inside your head, I would,
and drill into your mind that you can't just fly away
then hope to fly back to your mum,
just because you expect her to always be there.
We will always be here when you realise
that this is going nowhere,
and you begin to miss home.
Please just remember, the dead can't talk,
and it's never too late,
until it is.
