To: my mom
Re: I didn't mean it
I'm sorry that I want to die
That all I ever do is cry.
I'm sorry for being such a burden
Now all I want to do is hang from the curtain.
I couldn't care less about my looks
And all I wanted to do was hit the books.
But you fussed over my health
And from your care I reap the wealth.
I'm sorry for getting upset over a test
When all you wanted me to do was rest.
I'll never forgive myself for how your eyes
Wept and wept and drowned the skies.
If I could take back every word
Then maybe this poem would go unheard.