Tick, tack, the clock.
No messages yet.
Bad thoughts.

I am way too used to this.
Is it my mother's? Is it me?
I know she means good.
But she tears me down in every move

I've been reading papers
Been playing songs.
Trying to understand, stop
The toll of love.

I've been wondering
where the ****? and who?
I've started feeling my chest hurt,
I've felt not good. (What can I do?)

I think it's my mother's words,
Her dependant ways undermine my world.
She was adamantly defensive
from the time she knew he was old

I've been fighting
this **** real long
and I am not willing to give it a throne.
Old thoughts stirred right now
Fears and things I forgot
I know better, than writing this stub.