Time passes and the days get old
I remain as I am,
Stuck in time\'s hold
My eyes go blurry,
as meth takes hold
My mind creates a reality,
where I am nine years old.
Foolish and unaware,
of the tragic life ahead
I wish i could hug her, and apologise
For all the times I made the wrong choice.
I wish i could tell her it was not her fault,
for everytime our mother, made her skin burn
I wish i could tell her she was worthy of love,
And not the liability she felt she was