Hey mom are you listening?
To your baby girl?
Her thoughts are all f*cked up
They're all in a whirl
And she lays awake at night
She doesn't even dream
Well what does she see
It's a gruesome scene
There's blood on her lips
Her clothes
Her eyes
They have no shine
She just wants to die
This life is a lie
She can't get why
She's so empty inside
The more that she smiles
The more it becomes clearer
She only sees death when she's looking in the mirror
She just wants to scream
To get it all out
But what's the point in shouting
She won't get an answer
Her fears, they surround her
And it's getting clearer
Then the day will come
It'll all be too late
A gun in her hand
And too many words on her plate
She'll say: Dear mom,
This isn't what you wanted for me
Buy can't you see I'm not getting any better
She'll look her in the eye and say that she loves her
Tears rolling down her face
Knowing this can't be the answer
Mom, I've lived my whole life bringing you sorrow and pain
I can't take it knowing everything is stained
Red as the blood that covers my clothes
I hope you'll be happy, as long as you know
This isn't your fault and it never was
This world isn't meant for me, only my blood
Just know that I love you
No matter what happens
Remember my smile, cause it never happened
I'm not happy in this world
And you're not happy with me
So I take one final breath and I tell you to see
The real me is out there
And it's all alone
I hope that my absence will help you grow strong
I love you
But how can I say that in a poem
I love you
So stay strong, I know I was just a bump in the road
So trust me, you'll be better with me gone
She finishes, tears dried snot covering her face
She raises her hand up to her face
The pain will be over with one single move
She pulls it and silence fills the room
The only sound heard was her mothers tears
The one who had just watched her baby girl just disappear
No one can console her
Her baby is gone, surrounded by fears of what she could have done
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My Little Poems
PoetryThis is a book that I have poured all my poems from my heart and soul into. Do Not steal them from me, for they are mine. To write your own helps you to understand yourself. Do not force a poem. For a forced poem has no emotion. The words come and f...