MOMMA

 
nobody knew it, nobody could tell
the amount that she drank, she hid it well.

but then she got sick and she couldn't deny
that she was ill, that she was going to die.

the thought of it happening is so hard to bear
and so hard to ignore, it is always there.

how long will she live? no one can say.
it could be years or a matter of days.

at times i still cry, at times i'm still mad
this shit's so fucked up, it's so fucking sad.

but slowly, so slowly, i learned to be strong
no matter what, she is still my mom.