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Jul 2014
Is this what mother calls 'the purest love'
when you curse your child like he is no god.
you bring him down and make sure they know fully well
you regret giving birth to them.
that's how my mother treated me my whole not so long life
now that i'm lying breathless, pale so lifeless
she oh finally seems like she does mind.
and still she looks and says:
"what a disgrace! you could have taken pills!
save what you had of a such pretty face! "
little she knows i hear every word.
i hear her sigh, her heart has already burnt
all memory of me and what i left
is no longer alive. she took my life but got away with theft.
oh mother! why couldn't you love me!
i tried to clear the skies above your head!
oh mother! why couldn't you trust me
forgive me my mistakes. but you cut the last thread.
my hollow body's hanging on a noose.
my legs are finally seem skinny,
clothes are loose.
i finally have that light in my eyes
oh, woe is me, to shine i had to die.
oh mother, i prayed please don't torture me
but you had different view on what daughter should be
if only i was loved and understood
maybe i would be happier than i thought i ever could.
Ryan Nyberg
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