When I was 10, my mom left us.
I don't know if she just packed up and left or if she died.
Dad never said for sure.
And I never heard from her again.
And he doesn't say for sure in the Journal either.
She's just gone.
He's just trying to figure it all out here.
What Do I Do Now?
it's what i should have said out loud
"your words are like a warm blanket
swallowing me whole
i can't escape and i don't want to"
i couldn't keep her here
something kept calling her away
i remember when i saw the look
that's the day i knew Amelia wasn't staying anymore
i still feel unprepared
i still can't believe it
what do i tell scout?
what do we do now?
i haven't left my bed in weeks
and i am a box of papers cut out of the frame
and folded away
i'm waiting for the sun to hit
so i set on fire
i want to be set on fire
i wasn't prepared for this
wherever did you go?
really, what do i do now?