Mama

I wish everyday that you were still here
Part of the life I have created now
To see how much I haven't actually grown
And how much the past you created for me
Still runs through my head the days i’m in pain
And guess what thats everyday.
But those nights I inhale, chug, and swallow,
My pain slowly dissipaits into thin air
And next morning I swear I think i’m like you
Fucked up and undefined.