Mental Breakdown
I hear her scream
I hear her tiny footsteps in the hallow way
Her shallow breathing quickening my heart
She is an empty shell of the person I knew
Her soft skin that used to soothe me is abused by her confusion
Her mumbles fill the air and her eyes are an empty abyss
I stare into a portal of nothing
Her warm brown eyes were never appreciated
Day after day living with an empty shell
She is nothing but a shell
I spend day after day looking for her
The real her the person I knew
The person I called mom
Pill after pill
Doctors’ appointments left and right
Until I eventually found her
With tears in my eyes I found her and realized I never wanted to lose her again
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