Mother Mother
will you hold my hand once
and tell me how you love me
Mother Mother
can you tell me you're proud of me
and give me a hug
Mother Mother
just this once
and I'll pretend it never happened
Mother Mother
you make it so hard
for me to love you
Can you say that I am your daughter before I disappear with the wind
mother mother
YOU ARE READING
poems that make me hate myself a little less
Poetrya collection of poems written by a mentally ill 18 year old
