For the heartbreak
One year ago, I lost my mom due to a habit.
She had been addicted for years,
but I still never thought
that she would live such a short life.
Then, suddenly she died, and I hadn't planned it.
Now she's somewhere in the air.
Does she C that I don't care
about anything, anywhere?
I have no ambitions and no fears,
I'm just counting down my remaining years while barely maintaining friendships with my peers while still wishing to go back to yester year. Now my mom has gone to a place unknown. She remains with me when I'm alone. The only thing left of her is a voicemail on my phone. Asking when I'll B coming home.