if everyone had a reason for being sad, that can be put into words.
then there wont be reason for being sad anymore.

my mom invaded my room, and ripped everything apart.
she unfolded stories she should not know,
overturned every little secret that noone else heard about,
and burned out every little remenisence of the past which i try so hard to hold onto.

she packed up things i love into red bags,
things that give me more comfort than she can ever do.

i wasnt able to say anything, i didnt know what got into me.
but really, i guess i had enough of today :(