You blame yourself for everything that ever happened to you, but truth be none of it was never your fault.
You were the best momma I ever had. You try to protect me from all the bad in my self the best a mother knew how.
You were always there to pick up that phone day or night when I needed you.
When I had nightmares when I little you came running to my side.
Right now I pray you are in no pain as you lie in that hospital bed. If you want to go home it's ok.
But if you want to fight that's ok to. But I don't want you in no pain momma.
I love you so much momma. I wish I could tell you in person and I hope you understand that I can't be there.
YOU ARE READING
My Journal
General FictionWhat I been through in my live. I will also Tell you what is wrong with me top and bottom. I will try my best to remember stuff to remember from when I was little. To be truthful it happened to me. Now through my stories you can hear my stories .
