The Past, The Present, and The Dark, Blurry Future

My emotions are taking over.
They're tearing me apart.
I don't even want to talk.
But I do so very much.

My mother barely acknowledges me.
Sweeps me under the rug.
All this because,
she was addicted to that drug.

I moved in with my daddy
seven years ago.
He helped me through the sickness.
And now It's just a ghost.

But I still haunts me.
I pray every night.
I just don't want to be here.
Because nothing seems bright.
♠ ♠ ♠
Yeah, I have issues.