In the lonely embrace of emptiness
I find myself once again unable to appetite
as I stare at the cold, forgotten dinner before me.
My thoughts are consumed by my mother, the woman who brought me into this world
the woman who should have loved and cared for me
But instead, she has become a distant stranger
twisting my stomach into knots
I try to force myself not to care
not to want a mother\'s warm embrace
her kind words of unconditional love in this lost and confusing world
But how can I want that from the woman who shattered me, piece by piece, until nothing was left?
So I just stare at a cement wall
empty and lost in my own thoughts
fantasizing that my mother will magically appear
to scoop me up in her arms, never letting me go
giving me the reassurance I\'ve always craved
But the cold hard truth is that it will never happen
that warm embrace, those kind words
I\'m too exhausted to cry
left alone with my thoughts and memories of what should have been
How am I supposed to be okay, with the fact that my own mother is a stranger, nothing more than a distant memory?
The emptiness consumes me, and I am left feeling lost and alone
trying to find my way in a world without the love and care
that should have been given to me.