Mother

Mother on the streets 

An addict 

It’s like being stabbed 

being left there to die 

It’s like you’re unwanted 

It’s like you’re unloved 

It’s like the addiction is more important 

more important than I’ll ever be.. 

Coming in and out my life 

Not calling for weeks, but calling when she please

Calling and calling

 Recieving no answer, could it be 

She’s dead out on them streets 

It’s like the addiction is more important 

more important than I’ll ever be...

 Frustration and sadness

Pours over me

like a broken piece of glass going into my heart

Tearing me a part

almost like contracting a deadly disease

It’s like the addiction is more important

more important than I’ll ever be...