You were never perfect But you tried Until you couldn't try Anymore
You were a good mother But you lost your will To go On
You were full of beauty Until your eyes Began to sink In
You were slowly dying, from the inside out. You couldn't handle the pain. You were engulfed with guilt. And I imagine you laying on the bathroom floor, staring at the walls as they cave in on you. Trying to grab you so you hurry You take the bottle in your hand And swallow down every pill You slowly drift off to wonderland
You were wonderful But you were Sick
Your mind wasn't in the right place It never had been And I knew that
So why now am I feeling guilty I couldn't have changed your mind You wanted to die So you did.
Die.
Condridicting my poem mom, for I can't understand to a full effect what had to be going on In her mind.