Hoping for a miracle

I wait for the time When she comes to me and says it's all right Takes all my tears away And comforts me every day I want to feel comfort in her look of sympathy Soon I’ll realise its a look of empathy She has been through it all and more I want her to look at me and say "You're enough, Je t'adore" I want her to hold me while I'm struggling Trying to find out what's true I hate how I vent to trees when I'm alone But I know when I’ll be at her level I’ll finally be at home I hate how I sit down on the bathroom floor Telling me its not my fault and that I’ll keep trying Trust me when I say I'm not lying I want her to come to comfort me But who other is she Than the future me