I tried to face my problems but the coward in me fled.
Thinking it would be wrong to kill myself......... as I sat there and bled.
Now soon death would embrace me and curse my soul for this sin
for not only I had taken a life but caused sorrow to my kin
but not the grim reaper, what I saw was a site!
and in that moment i knew this would haunt me in the afterlife!
It was my own mother standing there crying and screaming
and I knew this was the fate i had chosen for myself, not a nightmare, no i wasn't dreaming.
I tried to call out mama but everything faded away
the pull to death was so strong not even the muffled cries of my mother made me stay
I was woken by the ringing by bells
and argued with myself it couldn't be hell
no, this wasn't heaven or hell but a hospital bed
and my family stood there teary eyed looking at me with contempt
For i had done something that even my own mother couldn't ever have dreamt
Then i thought that they would leave me just as i had left them
but then my mother embraced me and nothing ever have felt better not even anything in the heavens
She said I thought I lost you and looked at me with tears in her eyes
I couldn't even hold her gaze as the guilt ate me alive
I finally learned after decades that all our fates our intwined
And don't you dare kill yourself unless you can bear the thought of your own mother dying.
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The fight for our souls
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