So the hurt is not receding
but the door is slowly closing...

Hey "Mom"
I figured I'd write you this letter...

So we were on the phone
nothing unusual...

So as the day ebbs on
I go with the flow...

Dark nights,
piercing stares...

Yesterday was not a day to reckon with
it spread its fire across me and you...

So as the world dims
she raises her puppy brown eyes...

So of my pain you ask?
and of my pain i shall tell...

I'm slowly losing all feeling
never to have it return again...

I feel your watchful eyes
wondering upon my face...

Friday the 13th
is said to be such a bad day...

I sit in class
watching the clock...