Sunday, October 13, 2019

Suicide

Mother of mine
I'm sorry, I tried.

I had to escape
I cringed, I cried.

I ran a distance.
I tried to hide.

I did seek help.
I saw no respite.

No future to me
No promising signs.

It choked my breathe.
It blinded my sight.

I know I hurt you
But I had to die.

I take my life
And yours too, with suicide.

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