Not what she used to be...

She is not what she use to be,
she has changed in so many ways.
She use to come home to me...
Now she is gone for days and days.

What use to be cheeful and happy,
Is now sorry and loss..
Sometimes I fear for her,
But it is her that is paying the cost.

Shes ending her life slowly,
With the drug use and abuse,
I ask what she is up too,
But I always get an excuse...

I don't know what to think of her,
To believe her lies or not,
Sometimes I go along with it,
But she should know that its not bought.

I don't think I can take it anymore,
to play her stupid game,
Sometimes she comes home,
And doesn't know her own daughters name.

While people have a mother,
it feels like i'm missing one,
But I can't take it anymore,
I am through..I am done.

~ my friend wrote this about here mom so i thought i would post it on here and see what people think of it so please comment and vote...thank you