Mom, it was getting worse
On days I kept doors closed for hours,
coz this globe has taught me
Love is here to destroy the most vulnerable parts of me
& yet it gave me nothing, but an enhanced void
Mom, I wish you unlock them
& embrace me beneath your blanket.
I keep lying to myself
things will get better &
I don\'t have to struggle to sleep,
but it gets worse.
As i yelled at you thinking
It would ease my rage,
I wish you would hugged me that night
& never let me go.
This world has been peeling my skin
I stared at mirror a long time,
but I never seem beautiful as the day
you saw me on your lap.
I am now covered with scars
& my anxious heart bandage my voices
with hushed whispers
\"it will get better\"
but mom, this isnt working.
Mom, I will be honest here.
Hours after we eat dinner in silence,
I still twist & turn in bed drenched in tears,
It s 3 am, I wish you show up in
middle of dark & rock me to sleep.
A void had made its home in my chest
& it looks ugly every time I see myself.
But on the other day, i saw you
hugging that barren tree which
world has forgotten to water.
& I wish I didn\'t runaway from you on sundays
when all you wanted was to oil my hair.