Broken home.
I hated the look in my mother's eyes. She always stresses when she sees me cry. It kills me when I see her hurting. I know that everything she does, she does it for me. She gives me everything that I need. And i always take it for granted. I hate being how I am. So ignorant to what's going on around me. I wish my mother knew how much I truly love her. And I just wish I could have her here forever. I know she hurts when I'm hurting. Probably even more. But...i am such a bitch that i don't help her. I just wish i were dead. I hate seeing her cry.