The Final Hit

The Final Hit

Sitting down in our dinning room, 

mom was just passing by as I typed my heart out.

Typing and typing, I couldn't describe this feeling

Sadness, anger, stress, every negative feeling

Mom asked what was wrong, and I just burst out crying

She asked why, I didn't know at that moment

Later that night, I knew why...

The evening before, she mentioned my dad about leaving for university

And then I knew

I cried because I realized my time to leave was close

A couple more months and I would leave

That was the final hit that I wasn't a child anymore...