The pieces of my heart fall, scattering all over the floor.

Time slows to a crawl, I watch as my mom leaves out the front door.

Momma...

My weary eyes stare to the gray skies. The tears drip down my pale face.

Mommaa...

Dies my mother hear my troubles cries? The money, the drugs and the men, they stole my place.

Momma...

My grandmother tries to take a mother's stance, but it is not in any way the same. As I break, my mother ends up in another drug induces romance.

Momma...

As I feel the nothingness threaten to eat at my brain, It leaves nothing but an immense amount of pain.

Momma...

I wait for my mother's sound,
her perfectly pitched voice.
I will wait forever for her to come around.

Momma, Please...

Make the right choice.