A little girl wrapped in a little pink blanket, you hold me in your arms and whisper you love me.
A year later you are singing a different song, you hide your room leaving me to care for myself,
You smoke your dope and pop your pills,
WHAT ABOUT ME?!
Five years old and i care for all the kids alone, you leave us alone and what have we got left?
I don't even know my father and you tell me he doesn't want me, what kind of mother are you?
Ten years old and I still have nobody to love me.
What happened to the loving mother that i use to know?
Where did she go?
She didn't do drugs, she didn't leave her kids, she didn't forget about us.
My mother is supposed to be there for me when guys are hurting me, she's supposed to be there when i go to prom, she's supposed to help me buy a dress, be there at my wedding.
Where the fuck did you go?
I miss you mom, but i can only take so much.
Please come back....
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The Poems of Depression
PoetryMy whole life has been a big ball of bullshit and depression, I've done stupid stuff to try to push through and then I met a man named Seth and he changed my life for the better. He taught me that drawing and writing is better than cutting and doing...
