"Mom, I'm dying."
She can't hear me.
"MOM, I'm dying."
I start to cry.
She can't hear me.
"MOM! I'm dying!"
I start to sob.
She can't hear me.
"MOM! I'M DYING!"
I start to scream.
She can't hear me.
I collapse.
But I reach out. One more time.
"Mom," I whisper.
She turns her head.
"I'm dying."
A single tear escapes me
I muffle a cry.
She can hear me.
And she turns away.
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My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
