Dreaming of a better tomorrow

Hey mom,
Can I show you something?

No I’m busy,
Go away.

Please mom,
It’s really important.

I said go away,
Do you understand what that means?

Yes but I really want to show you something,
Please.

I’m busy,
Get out.

But-

Go!

Fine,
Whatever.

Stupid brat,
I wish I got the abortion while I had the chance!

Me too,
I whisper too quietly for her to hear.

God your such a stupid fat fuck up,
Do everyone a favor and go slit your wrists.

I love you,
I mutter inaudibly slamming the door behind me.

Crying on my bed I crumple the note attached to my story,
All I wanted was for her to read it.

I throw it in the garbage,
Collapse on again on my bed and cry myself to sleep dreaming of a better tomorrow.