it hurts worse as i get older.
i used to hold so much patience for you,
and i used to have control over my feelings.
but i've been carrying the pain for so long,
i'm starting to weaken in areas i used to carry strength.
you are my sickness,
the reason why i hurt,
and the reason why i can't breathe.
and i wish and hope so hard,
that you change for your other kids,
since you couldn't do it for me.