Momma why did you have to go? Why did you leave? Why did you do it? All these questions that can't be answered because you're six feet under, your feet cold as ice. I don't remember your touch. Your warmth. Your love. Drugs put you under once and they came back to finish you. Finish you for good. You aren't ever going to see the sky. You aren't going to watch your kids grow up. See what you have done momma? You doomed us all. And how I still wonder, how I still love you. You left this world so many years ago. I yearn to hug you, to talk to you. But I can't because drugs took over. I'm screaming in my mind. All I want is you. My momma to hug me, to tell me it is all going to be alright. That is never going to happen because you are six feet under destined to never, ever see the sun again. Every birthday wish, every shooting star, every dandelion used for you. Prayers every night begging, wishing, hoping god would bring you back to us. That is not going to happen. I love you mom. Why? Did you take those pills? Do you still love us from all the way up there? Please oh please just come back.
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Thoughts. Sad Thoughts. Childhood Hurt.
PoetryLittle things I have wrote. You don't have to read them but I need an outlet. That outlet is Wattpad. If you do decide to greet me with your presence. Thank you. Please don't be mean. Most of these writings I will do, will probably be a little sad...
