Mother?

Time is nothing but an essences

But moment make a lifetime

Lying there, nothing but darkness surrounds

I have been ripped to pieces, and continue to not make a sound,

Mother, I whisper through the bathroom door

Aware of the substances that coat her viens

I  walk away fighting the urge to cry out

I wanted to yell and I wanted to fight

I wanted to ask how she could leave me alone at night

Yet I was ever so smart,

I was not fighting a war against my mother or the needles

I was fighting a war with my own head

I was no longer a child

I was a warrior

My mother was fighting a fight that only she could acomplish

And I was fighting my fight to keep my alive at night.