the mother.

Tue, 05/01/2018 - 19:07 -- aisfort

there’s a woman

who wasn’t the best mother

 

she had depression

it was quite sad

even tried to take her life

 

her little silver friend

painted her skin in red

medication she took daily

barely ever helped her

 

she tried her best

she couldn’t control it

her emotions overwhelmed her

 

the demons in her head

screamed at her

telling her lies

making her feel useless

 

crowding her judgment

scaring her friends

breaking up her family

 

But she’s better

Much better

 

She’s happy and healthy

Unlike before

Hasn’t thought about suicide

Since that sad day a few years ago

 

Time heals everything

So they say…

but today,

her friends came back

 

the red covered her body

the silver surrounded her

and that was the last time

she was seen alive

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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