Her (Birth-Mother) Poem by Charlie Helms

I wish this pain would DIE, or KILL me first.
I am NOT moving away because
I am going to stay right here,
where I'm happy....
I am going to stay right here.
I wonder, If you realize that
YOU are my Depression,
YOU are my Suicidal Thoughts
YOU are my pain.
If I got rid of you I'd be fine.
I'd be able to live.
Don't tell me that I'm coming back to you
cuz I will unleash a fury from Hell on you.
I'll run away, I'll cut my wrist
I'll go after you with a knife.
You'll kick and scream for your bloody life,
but I won't hear a thing.
Try to get your husband on me,
I'll whoop his F**king A**
Even though i may be 8 times smaller.
I will.
If you tempt me to kill.
So don't send your bribes
Don't send your 'love',
cuz its not real nor will it make me happy.

(Date: Tues.11-18-08)
(Time: Panther Period/Study Hall)
(*note: I am not homicidal against my mother i was just very mad at her at the time this poem was written*)