I went into her room,
sit on the edge of her bed,
kept staring at her_
something that she's not familiar with.
Staring at her eyes,
with watering ones,
wishing she'd look into them,
wishing she'd see through them,
wishing she'd give me a warm hug,
wishing she'd ask where it all went wrong,
wishing she'd ask where it hurts.
But all she said was :
"I'm tired, go to sleep."
I wish I could sleep, mom.
I wish I could.
