Last night I dreamed I
slipped and slit my throat on stacking bills

I called the repo man
,he said he didn't give a ****.
Told me that they took his car too.

I gave up on being angry.
Gave up on having hope.
Seems like, I always end up in this boat.

Sorry for myself? Maybe a bit
Mostly just deeply despise
the person I begged myself not to become.

Turning into my mother's -
Plural.

The first - alcoholic
Child lost.

The second- pitifully poor
Child raised to learn how to never ask for help.

Never smart enough to help themselves.