She was beautiful, and soft,
The person I went to when things go tough.
Everyday after school,
I'd be so excited to tell her about my day,
I'd go on and on,
And eventually run out of things to say.
We were happy,
Until she started living the wrong way,
And it got harder for her to stay.
Everyday,
She'd get more and more distant,
Eventually she just went away,
And never came back.
To this day I am not okay,
The fact I was never enough for my mother to stay.
I ask myself everyday,
If it were who I am that drove her away.
It hurts to know my mother is now a sad memory,
Just a sad memory to stay.