H E L P M E

Night after night, after bong, after bong I stare at the reflection of the wall above my bed, in the small mirror at the other end of my room. I stare until i almost forget about the moths in my stomach. They've been there for days and almost a month and it's probably because she left and i am alone. Tonight it is because mum left. Tonight it is because mum said "fuck" so many times with tears in her eyes. Tonight it is because mum pushed me to the floor because i tried to stop her. Tomorrow night it will be because she is still not back and i smoked the last of the pot, tonight.