4. «For mother that I don't know»
6 июня 2025 г., 20:52
Примечания:
Валялось в черновиках, выкладываю.
Не так хорош в английском, как хотелось бы, но писал как чувствую.
Mom, I'm sick again.
I've been fighting it for so long.
All my arms are totally scarred.
The flowing blood soothes my thoughts.
Mom, I'm so close to the edge.
Who said fatigue can't kill?
When I see images of death.
And avoid being alone with myself.
Mom, I'm so fuckin scared.
It's getting harder to open my eyes.
I can't remember the last time I ate.
I can't remember how to sleep well at night
Mom, I'm your little warrior.
I have one enemy, and that's myself.
The thoughts in my head don't get any lower.
And I'm left to deal with them.
Mom, I feel like I'm broken.
Why don't you come when I call?
One day I cried a whole sea
And now I've reached a bottom.
Mom, they tell me I'm crazy.
And they say it's my own fault.
So I'm hiding my cry in addiction
Prayers I bury in cigarette smoke.
Mom, I'm so sick of it.
Seeing those not knowing faces.
And so tired of asking forgiveness.
Words that nobody needs from me.
Mom, I'm alone in this field
And I'm writing these words to nothing.
And I know you'll never be here.
I still remember the moment you go.
Mom, answer me, why did you leave me alone?
