A weight is pushing me down
Covering all that I can see
Smothering all that I feel
It makes me hurt
I move on auto pilot
Out of habit
Slowly sluggishly
Without passion
Without motivation
A robot performing a program
Aimlessly performing
My day to day tasks
I have no emotions left
Only hate is left in me
I have to act like nothing is wrong
The world has became
Black and white
In life I wonder
I question
When will this end?
Will I be happy again?
Maybe when or if my mother changes
Or as soon as I am free of her
All the pain she has caused me
I love her but I also hate her
Why did she do this to me?
I hope to be the real me again
Soon I truly hope so
