Dear mother,

I'd stand in the middle of the ocean,

just to drown out the sound,

the sound of your crying,

the soul inside me dieing.

I want it to end,

just pretend,

That we're all okay,

because maybe we will be oneday.

This takes time,

I understand,

I love you always,

So just take my hand.

I hate when my mommy cries,

I just want to hug her,

take all her worries,

and erase them from her mind.

one little worry,

one at a time,

like watching paint dry.