Depression Days: A Book Of Poems #Wattys2016

Poem 27

She sits on her bed
Missing her mother
She walks to mommys room
Only to find
Her mommy on the floor
With a needle in her arm
She screams out for help
But nobody hears
She calls 911
But its too late
Her mommys dead
Her daddy's an alcoholic
She gets home from school
Only to feel alone
She has no friends
That's why no one could see
The cuts on her wrist,
She hid under her sleeve
Daddy's in the ER
he got drunk and wrecked
Mommys little angel,
Is now with her...
Six feet under.