Poem: For My Mom
#1 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis
A sad poem about the damage my mom has done. CW: Suicidal imagery.
(And yes, I'm safe and getting help. Actually posting this from Sierra Tucson of all places.)
CW for suicidal imagery.
I know people crying, weeping.
I know people, dying, same.
I know people with my faces.
I know people with my names.
Should I weep for silence loudly,
Should I cry for hopeless depths,
Should I die on worlds so lonely,
that I choke on my last breath.
Should I die by silence, weeping,
Should I die because of plans,
Should I die by endless bleeding,
I will die by my own hands.
I will die in brutal terror.
I will die in trauma, deep.
I will die in frantic heartbeats,
surging crimson, bloody creek.
As I weep inside for pleasure,
As I weep for blessed death,
I will weep for sex so sick and sweet,
it fin'lly gives me rest.
I'll die in brutal terror.
I'll die in deep despair.
I'll die forever hopeless.
I'll die because I care.
I'll die because of hopelessness.
I'll die because I dared.
I'll die because I hoped and dreamed
that my mom would just care.
I die 'cause she would never see.
I die 'cause she refused.
I die 'cause she'd not separate?
her child from her views.
I die 'cause I felt worthless.
I die 'cause I felt used.
I die 'cause I felt dead inside.
I'm hung from twisted noose.