This very battle

In this very battle, here I am, left alone, expected to go through all this pain, independently.
They, only wait at the end of the line. Expecting me to arrive and win the game.
I feel so alone. I miss my mom. Very.
At this time, how i wish she is here with me.
This is the question, that no one can answer.
I wonder, how would it feels like, to have a loving mother stand by your side when you are in a state loneliness, helplessness.
I am so envy, so jealous. I want that too. I want, like my friends, to give a call to their mom, and talk to them, tell them everything when they are in great tension.
But I, cant. I cant...
Here I am, broken, and crying.
I feel so weak. And yet, I have to finish this.
This is very heavy.
I just wish just, wish, that there is someone here, at this very time, to give me a hug.
Just a hug, i dun need other things, just a hug.
Cuz i am very lonely very lonely.

Oh Lord, how much more should I bear. I really wish that you ll send someone who truly cares for me.
Cuz i am tired lord, really. To have gone all this way along, just by myself.
I am tired..