Dear mom,
I know how much it must have hurt you
To see me fall,
And not be able to help me.
I know how much it must have hurt you
When you noticed the red words on my skin.
I know how much it must have hurt you
To see me succumb to pills, bottles;
Broken glass.
I know how much it must have hurt you
To hold me through the night
When I had nightmares that couldn't be unseen.
And I know how much it must have hurt you
To see
Me.
YOU ARE READING
Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
