Showing up home, with bouquets & balloons,
A card filled with my feelings. Maybe I was too late, maybe I was too soon. I know Mother's Day isn't quite here yet, but I was thinking about you an awful lot, I guess you didn't care. I guess you didn't spot the tears running down my face. My life a trash can, a grave for all my mistakes. I'll wrap myself in my covers, & close my eyes. In the pitch black, perhaps I'll find another light. You'll yell about potential an the anitial after life. But after life, I just want to rest. Burn all the keepsakes I kept safe, from all the people I thought cared. I trace tile floors, & zip line through life. Blood on my legs. It's another one of those nights