I over used that thing

I took that thing for granted

that thing I can't live without.

I loved that thing,

and I abused that things love 

but each day that thing comes right back to me like nothing happen.

I would yell, I would scream

and speak hurtful words at that thing

and each day that thing was there right beside me

That thing I can't live without,

That thing I agrue with,

That thing I would take a bullet for.

That thing is my mom.