demonbuttercup

so, i wrote this because my mom is in a comvalescent hospital, not doing her therapy, sitting silent as the psychologist talks to her, doing nothing but laying in bed. there's nothing wrong with her mind, other than being eccentric.

Mama, I just wanted you to help me
Through my rage/mania
Mucking across the deep muddy sadness
Desperate, unknowing, blaming
I only needed your help
A help you simply didnt know how to give
And it all seems totally forgivable
Because now I understand you arent like
Most people
And I wish I could have given you more chances
I wish Id said what
I didnt say
All the things you needed from me
All the things you wanted for me
All the things I should have done but
I didnt
I love you, long lost Mama.