You were given a chance
To take mom's hand or take Hers
And as I peer through the mist of your bullshit
I see you holding Her hand on the boardwalk,
Heading straight towards the waves of your doom
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
