Mother on the Floor

So, this is like the weirdest, stupidest, most senseless poem I have ever written. And of course... I love it! Lol. Dont burn it. Just tell me if you even sorta like it...

“Let things pass by,”
My mother said
Sitting on the floor
“Let him be gone,
And days go long,
And let us shut the door.”
She died I fear
Oh, years ago
And I had not a care
For she sat on the floor
Silent sleep not a sore
And wouldn’t brush my hair
And past the world
She looks at me
And hates me all the time
But she is lost
And there’s no cost
I haven’t spent a dime
And silently I go through you
You don’t even know I’m there
You sit with me
For I’m, you see
The girl with the ugly hair
But you don’t know
What has been lost
As I ramble on and on
You live your life
And choose the knife
And leave me in the dawn
And I did cry, I cried so long
Ate cookies, cakes and pies
I open the door
The woman on the floor
She sits there, and she sighs