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Momma

I'm leaving, I hate this place

I don't love you

I don't even like you, I never did

I hate you

yor're too overbearing

and your just plain miserable,

and you make me miserable too

I don't have to clean your house

I'm eighteen

I don't have to do any thing you say

I'm grown

I don't eat much, and I WON'T cook

I know you work hard

but I didn't ask to be born

so it was your obligation to take care of me

It's not my fault, that you and Dad split up

he had good sense, he left

Yeah, your right, I didn't like school

that's why I quit

I'm going out and get a good job tho

and the house I get will be much nicer that this one

I don't see why you don't go away

maybe you'll get sick and die soon

I don't care

I never want to see you again

Hi Mom

it's been a long time, hasen't it

I just wanted to call

and say I'm sorry, for all the bad things

I said about you

I love you Mom, are you OK

Mom

Do you think I could come home for awhile

my boyfrend left me

and the landlord say's I have to go

I can't make the rent this time

I lost my job and I got no groceries

and the baby needs milk

You'll love him Mom, he's so cute

Momma, will you

I'll keep the house clean

and do all the cooking

Mom, can you send me some gas money

to come home on

thanks Mom

 I love you

see you in a couple of days