Sick

I remember when you told me that sometimes you hate me or cant even look at me because I remind you so much of my dad.

I remember when you told me your tired of being my mom.

I remember how you ignored me and totally disregarded my presence, even though you hardly got to see me.

 But i also remember the times you would hold me in your arms and I can actually feel the love

I know your sick and i try my best to be happy and treat you the best

And i know I don't always do a good job at it but it get hard

It gets hard to put up with the words you tell me and the way you hurt me.

It kills me to have to be treated this way by you.

I need you mom, you dont know how much i need you.

I want to be happy and i want you to be too.

I dont know what to do mom, just tell me what i need to do for you not to hate me and for you to be okay.