You fit in my palm your so meek. Its sad I could crush you without even trying. Your suppose to be strong. Your suppose to be a listener. Your suppose to be a fighter. But most importantly your suppose to be there for me. Where are you? Where have you gone? Are you in that deep dark hole once again? Are you struggling? Will you come back this time? I have my doubts. This women thats taken over your body is not you. You are not my mother. You've become my enemy.