Inside My Arms

A week gone.
My mother finally came to her senses.

I don't know which one is worse.
My Mother falling into a depression.
Or the fact that I may be falling into one myself.

A week gone.
I'm ignoring Frank's calls.

I haven't act like this in so long.
It's worrying Frank.
I can tell.

A week gone.
Gerard is waiting outside.

For me to give Amy a walk.
But no, I can't.
My body aches.

I've been consuming myself into this cocoon.

Mother's been cleaning the house all day.

Mother is due for work tomorrow.
She needs to work double shift.
The house can't pay itself.

A week gone.
Mothers been screaming.

"Get a job! Get a job!"
She would yell.
I just went to my bedroom.

A week gone.
Amy's been crying.

It's strange to know.
Dogs are just like people.
And Amy is probably the most human of us all.