A/N: I wrote this about a week after my mum died earlier this year.

Spending my days silent

Only speaking out to pretend

That I'm okay, that I'm alright

But nothings ever what it seems

At night I try hard not to cry

Wishing you were still here

Why'd you leave me, us

The ones you loved

I don't understand it

I guess I never will

I'll only have the memories

And wonderings

Of why you had to die