mother,
why does it hurt?
why is my heart in pieces?
like shards of glass
that ***** my hands?
and when i try to put them back,
why does it cut deeper?
was i made to bleed,
and flow the way my tears do?
i was told to think before i speak
but now i overthink even when asleep.
my dreams were alive last night.
were they supposed to scare me?
because it was the least lonely i had been.
when tomorrow comes,
will you be here?
or will you disappear again,
just like today?