Once my mom told me
That she had thought
About driving off
The bridge that she
Rode over everyday
On her way
To and from work
And while I stared at her
I knew she was
Being serious
And as much as I wanted
It to break my heart
It didn't
And I felt terrible
That it didn't
But I'd swallowed
So many pills in my life
Ripped so many
Holes in my skin
That I couldn't feel bad
Because honestly,
I wanted to drive over
With her
My mother laughs
At the things that aren't
Remotely funny
But she has a laugh
That fills the corners
Of an empty room
And makes a heart stop
And when she told me
That she wanted to die
I wonder if she'd
Think the same thoughts
If I finally
Drove over my own bridge
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Lost Words
Random"If you don't say what you feel, you'll forget how to feel." A book of poems. All of which are mine.
