'Twas thirty minutes past ten
When I almost can't breathe
Seems like my tears are unending
One follows the other.
Here in my bed..
Tired, in pain..
After I clean
I cook for him.
Prepare his things for school.
Help him bath.
Supervised in his homework.
Wake up before the sunrise.
And sleep after midnight.
For him.
Just to be hit
By his ball in the eye..
Just to catch his spit
With my face
Because he's having fun.
I’m so tired.
To give a chance.
To cry.
To have sleepless nights
My heart no longer
Understands him.
If only I have a choice......
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