Memories

Not coping with the noise, Not coping with the memories, Needing someone to talk too, Needing someone to not judge me, Needing to express what’s burning me up. I hate fire, I hate being burnt, I hate the past being in my face all over again, I hate the pain that I’m feeling deep inside. I want to be free, I want to escape, I need a plan, I’m sorry baby girl, but mumma has to go. You will be loved, you will be adored, Mumma can’t be here once you are here, You will be in safe hands, You will be protected, You won’t be hurt the way I was. Mumma can’t handle her pain, Mumma can’t handle her tears, Mummas not coping baby girl, It’s almost time for me to go.