I've been having a really hard time with a mother battling addiction, time and time again. So that's where this one comes from. Whether you relate or not, enjoy.
One line.
One drink.
One smoke.
what happened to our hope?
I wish i could have you back.
I still have hope
of finding who you used to be.
You are now nothing but a picture
or a video i see.
Lost in the vast darkness of the world.
I wanted to live in your shadow
to follow your instructions
to be like you.
now my heart keeps its distance
and my soul weeps at the thought
of being anything like my mother.
My mother, My mother.
Not a stranger to much.
Not a stranger to Alcohol,
a pill or two,
a smoke or two,
a line or two.
For you, Mother.
are beautiful.
Beautiful and tragic.
You my mother,
are a beautifully tragic soul.
