.

When I'm lost in my head, 

When there's that fog in my mind, 

I need to remember who I am.

So I hold my mother and cry,

Hoping some part of her still knows 

How to ease my pain.

If she kiss me, would it heal where it hurts,

just like it did when I was a kid and scraped my knee

or bumped my arms somewhere so hard,

it bruised me.

Hope it does. 

Hope she still can kiss the hurt away.

So I cuddle her, I cry in her lap,

I hope she can cure my head.

Sometimes she doesn't even notice my tears,

Sometimes she holds me untill I can breathe again. 

She reminds me to breathe. 

I really wish she can still kiss the hurt away.