Been sitting on these for a while, based on Fort Minors Where'd you go? amazing song, I was listening to it and suddenly thought of this, hope you like it-

Mom,

Where'd you go? I miss you so much, sometimes it feels like its been forever since I last saw you.

Sometimes I feel like shit, sorry bout the language, but I'm going to tell the truth here. Some days I just wanna quit and have a normal family. I don't understand why you're always gone. I survive, obviously, but it can feels like you've been gone forever.

I feel like an idiot cause I wait all day for you to come home but can never think of what to say when you walk through the door. Then you get mad at me cause I forgot some chore and start yelling at me cause your tired.

I just want you to know that I think its a little fucked up that I wait here for you wondering if I should tell you that I'm sick with how much your job takes you from me. I just want to know, as Grandma put it, 'where'd you go?'

Love,

Lindsey

Mom,

Where'd you go? Your gone even more now, I know your job is important, but shouldn't your daughter come before some crime?

I just want you to come back home, the place you're supposed to live, remember that? Remember how we used to barbecue all the time? Your hamburgers were the best. Or our Halloween parties for the entire block? You bought enough candy to fill my closet. But now, you're only here to eat, sleep, and shower and I swear you sleep at the lab sometimes. I can't even remember our last barbecue or party.

I spend a lot of time now trying to not think about you and how you're never here. If you even care enough to wonder, I'm doing fine, and don't plan on changing that. You know where I live if you ever want to talk.

I want you to know that its fucked up how I wait here and wish you had a different job. All I want to know is what happened to you and 'where'd you go?'

You daughter,

Lindsey

Mom,

Fuck you, Mom. I'm stuck here waiting for you but I've stopped arguing with myself. I hate your job, I hate what you do, I hate how its taken you from me.

I've sat here for soooo long, hating how we never see each other and making excuses for myself for why you're never here and why you are always yelling at me.

I guess it's true, you don't really know what you've got till its gone, cause I really didn't appreciate you till you started to care more for your job than me. I'm still sorry bout that.

But I'm done, Mom. I've had it. I want nothing more to do with you and your precious job. By the time you read this, I wont be here, I'll be gone, long gone. And you can ask 'where'd you go?' Like me, you'll never get an answer.

Lindsey

Was it good? I hope so, but tell me, please:)