But I still remember the days 

That my mom would pick me up

At 12am, after she got out of work,

As I'd fall asleep after I laid out my body in the back seat,

And the times 

When I was cold alone

So I went to my mom and being in her arms 

It was the most comforting thing

Like she'd always be there

And she'd always try her best to make a living for me

And I'd whisper to her that I loved her.

I miss her.

And I miss those times,

But now I just isolate myself

And instead of growing closer to her,

I push myself further away

And I'm growing

And I'm trying to find who I am

But sometimes I wish I could just

Go back and throw myself in to her arms

So I can know that everything is going to be okay 

But I just can't.

I've grown too far away.

 

-m.c.-