The earliest I can recall being hurt by my mother was in 7th or 8th grade
I didn't take care of my responsibilities therefore something had to be paid
Fifteen minutes before she left for work
My eyes were glued to the computer as if I was some desk clerk
She left and I phoned my close friend at the time
The way to the phone felt like a long climb
I bawled and bawled
What I said, I can't recall...
"I'm so sorry... I-I don't know what to say..."
I didn't need consoling in my moment of wanting to run away
I just needed someone to know
about the day that I've let go