My mom told me to talk to her,
To tell her all my problems.
But I can't,
She can't know I'm a fuck up,
She can't know what I have done in my life.
She can't know that I wanna kill myself,
She can't know that I hate myself.
I can't see the disappointment in her eyes,
I have seen that look too many times in the few years I have lived.
She knows I try my best,
She knows I have it bad.
But she doesn't know all the things I've done.
She doesn't know the lies I have told,
And the things I have been told.
She doesn't know about all the things the monsters whispered in my ears.
She knows nothing about the scars,
She knows nothing about the wrongs I have caused.
She can't know her daughter is messed up,
She can't know her daughter has done things, she ain't proud of.
She can't know that I have lived in misery,
And nothing she does can make it better.
I have no words to explain the pain I'm in,
The scars on my heart.
She can't know,
I won't let her know,
She can't know,
I won't let her pained eyes, from all the agony she went through in her life be filled up with disappointment because of something I have done.
She can't know.......
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Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry
Poetry*Trigger Warning* Suicide, cutting, depression, abuse, self harm, death etc. ~I didn't know happiness as well as I know sorrow ❤️ Stay strong ❤️
