Sometimes,nothing but sleep is comforting.
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When the wind blows,I feel it's my stomach churning.
I made you break away from that life.
Yet, here you are, with that bottle in your hand.
Looking at you like this, it only makes me want to leave.
Your my mother,but you lost that title.
I think you weak,all this time thinking it was me.
You talk,I just wish it all to stop.
I can't see you as my mother.
Nothing in your eyes,seems at all the same.
I was saved,when you were strong.
I've grown up now mother,now worries.
What happened to that stubborness, you could be using for yourself.
I can't help you,the way you helped me.
I was willing to try,I don't see that in your eyes.
Everything about you seems, somewhat alien now.
Please,come back home.
Though,I'm not really sure I want to be there when you do.
Home was nothing but a memory.
My mother,just a faded reality.
I still love you,as much as ever.
My wings are now to heavy, to carry anything but my own.
Sometimes, I feel I had neglected you.
Though it wasn't me,shoving that fluid into your throat.
I miss you,dust your wings off and come home to us.