Long Nights And Deep Thoughts

life.

life is a game it's quick for some and so slow for others,
When you are a child life seems slow but it's different for a mother,
She has seen all there is to see- she has lived through it all, and soon she will rest like all,
But it's true you cannot see all of everything only some of everything,
You have fallen gently into depression,
Your mother has watched to her this is simply a part of growing up,
But she doesn't know there is a point in which you finally admit you've had enough,
Time is moving slow so incredibly slow,
You tell yourself its okay, but truth is you really don't know,
Your mother says she understands I mean she's been through it too,
Your mother says you are just like her or maybe shes just like you?
She says you need to eat more you need to sleep more,
You want to scream at her tell her it's not much of a choice- but instead you avert your eyes to the floor,
Your mother knows what this means she's been there done that..
Your mother knows you are sad,
You want to tell her about that time when you were so so sad,
But she doesn't need to know about that,
So instead you talk about tv,
Not about your long sleeves..
Not about the useless councilor,
Not about the bad dream,
Not about the bad thoughts,
Not about the lost weight,
but about tv about the funny guy who was always late,
You go to your room the same room you spend most of your days,
Life is a game so slow for some and so fast for others.