I seem to always plan on letting myself go.
I'll let it's shiny side slide across and break down.
Everyone will forget I exist and I'll slip into the arms of the unknown.
Maybe I'll let it slowly slide down the back and let the darkness consume me.
Maybe I'll go and go till the room starts spinning out of my control.
After all these ideas/thoughts go to my head,
they'll create a major headache, one that will pound hard causing me to keep my eyes shut.
Soon I hear the pitter-patter of little feet that keep me alive and breathing.
"Mom" Three letter word pulsing my heart, living to be here for my son; watch him grow up.
