7 years ago I lost my mother to love.
She walked away with hate in her eyes.
I remember the day she grabbed me and said, "leave this house and never come back. I love Benny and I want to start my life with him".
I never felt hurt, I felt bad for her.
Mothers love there daughters… right?
Hurt would have been to simple.
My world collapsed only for my father to fix it.
Change of schools, scenery, no sense of stability and to top it off I was alone.
The feeling of being alone as you sit on your bed that eats you away.
Everyone's living and you're just standing there.
I sit in a white room as I see people running and laughing to a new beginning.
I try to get up but I can't.
After several attempts I am crawling now.
After years I am up and running.
Runnng into the future and not looking back.
Looking for a better tomorrow only to fix the mistakes of yesterday.
Bye mom.