I'm sorry mom, but please understand.
The reasons I don't call you back are the same reasons I'm so many miles away.
The same reasons I can't sleep at night, and why my future is so bleak.
I'm sorry we can't be friends or even talk about the weather.
I wish I could  forgive you.
Just move on and be the son you want me to be, but the feelings are far too strong.
You forced me to swallow all these daggers after all.
Daggers with names like "Sorrow","Agony", and "Regret".
I'm sorry mom, but when I let my phone keep ringing, understand it's because you gave me a mountain to climb.
Here I am at the top though, and I'm trying to move on.