The ground Holding me back
Seems a little too tight
I'm tired, of the shackles
I'm tired of waiting to get better for a while.

I wish to sleep on moon
With stars and skies as blankets
Alone, never to be disturbed again
I wish to be laid to rest,
And With the curtains drawn
the drama, it ends.

Finally mom, your wish
Like this would come true
This disappointment of a thing
Will never haunt you
I'm sorry to survive
I'm sorry to breath
But here it ends,
Your regret, with me.
I loved you ♥️

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Emptying the old drafts🤍✨️
Bye! :)