Mum.

 In  the darkest hours of the night
 you would come and   see me right
 as I grew I found the need to talk to you
  but you would only turn away
 never hearing what I had to say

 then  I left the insanity of your nest 
  hoping to lay the sadness to rest
  only to find the deep sadness had made you blind
 how could I compete with such hate 

  I guess now  to have your friendship 
 would simply be too late
 my expectations  may have been too high
 so  all I can do  is resort to say
 this  is to be my last good bye.

 

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