Air Bubbles And Paper Cuts

Dear Mom

I'm an open book with a few torn out pages.
Something I get that from you.
I will conquer all my silly fears for you.
I'll even stop wanting to feel the rush in my veins.
If it means you will come back,
I'll do it all.
Just so I can see you again.
But mom, There's just a few things that are stained in my brain.
I just want to find a reason for living.
I want to stop going down this lane.
Please mom,
Just tell me it's worth staying.
I can never sleep without you in my dreams.
So many regrets.