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Yeah… this is for you, Mom.

Every scar, every step… I’m still trying.

I’m lost in my head, memories cut like blades,

Walking through the wreckage of the choices I made.

You were fading in a hospice bed, fighting for breath,

And I only came once while you stared down death.

I was drowning in my chaos, blind to the truth,

Breaking everything around me since the days of my youth.

Now I’m haunted by the silence, by the things I didn’t say,

By the love I should’ve shown before you slipped away.

Did you know I loved you even when I fell apart?

Did you see the broken kid still holding you in his heart?

Echoes of your name still shake my bones,

I hear you in the dark when I’m feeling alone.

I’m better than I was, but I’m scarred and flawed—

Still trying to be the man you saw.

I love you, Mom…

I’m sorry for it all.

I remember every moment that I pushed you away,

Every fight, every night, every word I didn’t say.

You carried all my storms, you held the line,

Even when I treated your love like it wasn’t mine.

Now I’m standing in the ruins of the past I made,

Trying to build something real from the mess and the pain.

Would you be proud of the steps I take?

Would you see the change in the life I make?

I’m not perfect, but I’m fighting every day,

Trying to honor you in every single way.

Echoes of your name still shake my bones,

I hear you in the dark when I’m feeling alone.

I’m better than I was, but I’m scarred and flawed—

Still trying to be the man you saw.

I love you, Mom…

I’m sorry for it all.

If I could go back, I’d sit by your side,

Hold your hand through the pain, through the tears I hide.

But time doesn’t bend, and the past won’t change,

So I carry your love through the guilt and the shame.

You’re the fire in my chest when I rise from the fall,

You’re the whisper in the dark saying “stand up tall.”

I’m living for the moments that you’ll never see—

But I hope somewhere you’re still proud of me.

Echoes of your name still shake my bones,

I hear you in the dark when I’m feeling alone.

I’m better than I was, but I’m scarred and flawed—

Still trying to be the man you saw.

I love you, Mom…

I’m sorry for it all.

I’m sorry…

But I’m still standing.