Poem: For My Mom

CW for suicidal imagery.

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I know people crying, weeping.
I know people, dying, same.
I know people with my faces.
I know people with my names.

Should I weep for silence loudly,
Should I cry for hopeless depths,
Should I die on worlds so lonely,
that I choke on my last breath.

Should I die by silence, weeping,
Should I die because of plans,
Should I die by endless bleeding,
I will die by my own hands.

I will die in brutal terror.
I will die in trauma, deep.
I will die in frantic heartbeats,
surging crimson, bloody creek.

As I weep inside for pleasure,
As I weep for blessed death,
I will weep for sex so sick and sweet,
it fin'lly gives me rest.

I will die in brutal terror.
I will die in deep despair.
I will die forever hopeless.
I will die because I care.

I will die because of hope-lost.
I will die because I dared.
I will die because I hoped and dreamed
that my mom would just care.

I die 'cause she'd never see.
I die 'cause she refused.
I die 'cause she'd not separate
her child from her views.

I die 'cause I felt worthless.
I die 'cause I felt used.
I die 'cause I felt dead inside.
I'm hung from twisted noose.