Mother
There are so many days I collapse to the ground crying, gasping for air, screaming and begging for my mother. For her love, her voice, her touch
I have a phone. I could call her. But I know it wouldn't change much. I've begged my whole life, I screamed for you to love me, hold me, love me enough to save me, what's the difference now. Plus the phone goes both ways
-kiko🦊












