do you ever think, mother, as you snort that pill,
of the life you promised, the love, the thrill?
do you ever pause when you praise the lord above,
and wonder if you failed your daughter’s love?
father, do you think as you kneel and pray,
of the hurt you caused, the price i pay?
do you see the nights i hid my pain,
the lessons you taught me, the silent strain?
mother, when you’re high and drifting away,
do you recall i had to guide your sway?
dragging you gently, laying you down,
while inside me, anger and sorrow drowned?
father, do you lie awake in your bed at night,
haunted by choices, by wrong from right?
do you remember the tears i cried alone,
the love you promised, now turned to stone?
because i remember. every wrong, every scar.
i hold it all close, though it feels too far.
i remember the hurt, the silence, the fall,
and i’ll carry it with me, i remember it all.