The Boy

She bleeds and bleeds the deeper the cut,

She feels the pain down deep in her gut.

There is nothing left to do now,

She bends over to take her final bow.

 

Oh god above if you ever did exisit,

Send her into that sweet bliss.

Let her lie in sin

So she can finally win.

 

The days have grown cold since she passed,

We all know nothing good can last.

She was his everything forever and always,

Even though he felted betrayed.

 

The boy she left behind was her son,

He wonders if he should just use a gun?

To see the mother he grew to know,

Though, now he truly understands why she had to go.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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