As she sits in silence,
trying to gather strength...

She comes home in scrubs
her hair a mess...

5 years old
It is Christmas Eve...

Eight years old
Sitting on my daddies knee...

Turns out I have some questions
I pray you can give me a clue...

Stop saying you are sorry,
it is just too hard to bear...

I told you I could handle this
that I would never leave...

I am an adult now, mom..
But this is still really hard...

White walls
Weak breathing...

All these thoughts inside my head
Circling my brain as I lay in my bed...