The Walk

Sorry mom

I breath in

and breath out.

Mom, I can hear you,

you don't have to shout.

But you keep shouthing,

and you don't stop.

I feel something rolling down my cheek,

I guess that's a teardrop.

But you don't care about my tears,

do you?

You don't know how much your words hurt,

but what if you knew?

Would you,

would you still shout?

Even,

what is the shouting at all about?

It just scares people

and make them feel small.

Mother,

just think about it all.

I can't bear more shouting,

I can't take it anymore.

The weigh is too heavy for my shoulders,

It's too hard to ingnore.

Be glad I'm alive,

be glad I am here.

Fighting and crying

over my biggest fear.

Loosing the one

I love and i most fear to lose.

I'm sorry mom,

you were not on the list to choose