Dear mom,
You point out everything i do wrong.
I have 4 other brothers and yet i'm still the first to be framed.
I am depressed and you know this,  i take medication and I wrote a poem about,  would you like to hear it?  
probably not.
But if you do, hear it is, mom.

Being sober makes me think
My medicine makes me numb
My therapist doesn't know how to help me
My parents make me more depressed
I'm just overwhelmed

Humans are just ****** forms of DNA who bash on each other for no purpose except to feel better about them selves.

Crushed like ice
Like twenty tons have been thrown on my soul
You spoke those words that emitted through your vocal cords like venom
A snake you were
Looking through my eyes into my core
So delicately
You devised your plan to **** everything inside me
Skillfully you weaved your web, planted your trap
And with your love decoy blindfolded my logic
All that was open was my trust
Your weapon
You deceived, I believed
Your arms were so warm,
Now the only warmth I feel
Is that of my blood
Spilling from my soul
As my life swings carelessly
Like a pendulum
Back and forth
Higher and higher
But going nowhere
The five senses have gone numb
I scream louder and louder
But no one hears me
They speak, they call out to help
I cannot hear
Look at me, look at the nothingness you have brought onto me

The worst part, however, is not that you're a disappointment.
It's the permanent, never ending embarrassment
Of always failing and coming last