Believe me,
I wish that I didn't have to tell you,
Anymore than you didn't want to hear it,
Telling you that I had attempts on my life,
Telling you that your son had those thoughts,
You didn't want to believe me,
You started crying,

It had been 5 years since the first attempt,
But I was just now telling you that something was wrong,
On the norm, you looked at me with love and care,
I would look back with a smile,
but that was not the case today,

I burnt my tounge on the painful words that I had to deliver to you,
I deprived them from continuing their life of secrecy,

I couldn't live with that bubbling inside anymore.

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What?
Are you looking for a happy ending?