Mommy

Mommy 
Where did you go? 
Come back to me. 
My little mouth can’t feed itself. 

Mommy 
I miss you 
I need you here with me. 
My little tears won’t dry themselves. 

Mommy 
I hate you 
You’re never there for me.
My little heart can’t fix itself. 

Mommy 
I love you 
I want you here with me.
But I’m not 
so little 
anymore. 


 

Geri

MD

17 years old

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