To my mother,
I'm sorry for making things so hard for you,
I'm sorry my hate leaked through,
And reached you.
I'm sorry I used your favorite razor,
To slit my thigh,
I'm sorry you had to pay,
For my hospital stays.
I'm sorry for not hugging you,
And being too depressed to do my chores
I'm sorry I couldn't bring myself to eat,
Your well cooked meals.
Worst of all,
I'm so sorry,
That I'm not.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 11:07 PM UTC
To my mother,
I'm sorry for making things so hard for you,
I'm sorry my hate leaked through,
And reached you.
I'm sorry I used your favorite razor,
To slit my thigh,
I'm sorry you had to pay,
For my hospital stays.
I'm sorry for not hugging you,
And being too depressed to do my chores
I'm sorry I couldn't bring myself to eat,
Your well cooked meals.
Worst of all,
I'm so sorry,
That I'm not.
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