You with the bright loving smile and sad tired eyes. With the messy hair and awkward movements, who hides in the bathroom and cries.
Mama, with the love of a thousand years wrapped up in every breath. Who feels empty and frightened. Who feels like death.
Mama, you are doing the best you can do. You got this, everything is going to come together and you can pull through.
Mama, I know you are strong enough to carry on. You got this, mama, you're doing great. Nothing is really wrong.
Mama, I get this. The pain and the fear. I get the stolen happiness, the darkness drawing near.
Mama, I know the guilt, and how you try to hide. I know the heavy feelings weighing you down inside.
Mama, you are a great mother, everyone can see. Sometimes we all need a little help, let go and let it be.
Mama, nothing is wrong with help from the outside. You are not failing for telling someone about the nights you've cried.
Mama, I know you feel alone, but you'd be surprised, how many other Mama's ha