The Ripped Soul

So I got fired.

And she told my mom before I could even say anything. Mom came home, the look on her face was.. expected. What she had to say next, I saw it coming as well.

"You had to go to work today and you didn't go? What's wrong with you? CO called you yet?"

No.

"She says your name is not on the roster anymore. You got sacked, okay?"

...And I tried to tell her I know I got fired. I asked for it anyway. But she went on about the bills, how I can either choose for her to pay for the internet or my mobile phone.. one would have to go.

Wow.

Tried to defend myself about me wanting to leave the place, but she didn't want to hear it.

So, whatever, you know?

Few days back she already said I'm just like my brother. I don't do anything to help this house, to help her.

It hurts, but whatever, you know?

Sometimes on days like this, suicide SURE feels like a fucking good option.

I miss you giving me a big hug and rubbing my back, telling me that it's all gonna be alright. We both know it's a lie, but at least it made me feel better.

But I look around and all I see is an empty house.. and I remember you're not here.

Not anymore.