It hurts,
Every time the feeling passes
As tears roll down my cheeks
Every time I look at the chair,
The one Mum used to sit on.
I have no desire to be here
For I miss MUM more then ever
Emotions run wild wanting
me to give in.
But logic keeps me from
ending all of this pain.
Crying every night is a norm
getting closer to the blade.
In my world
GOD, is just playing another game.
Tragic as stories go!
About how one loses their mind
But in reality
I am losing mine!
