Suicidal Happiness

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Mother Of Mine


I miss you my mother dear
All I wanted was for you to be here
But your never here, your always gone
And you have been gone for so long
I miss my sisters, the ones that don’t want to know me
You hate who I am and who I want to be
Im sorry for the pain that isn’t my fault
Our relationship is like rubbing an infected wound with salt
There is not point and there is no use
It seems to be ok I need your abuse
My life has change and I am alone
The place I live doesn’t feel like home
Please forgive me and let this be in the past
Because this mother and daughter feud can’t last
I’m anaemic, I’m sick and I want die
I miss you but hate you and I don t know why
So on my death bed I shall lay
And all I ask is you, my mother dearest, to stay

Submitted: Monday, July 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 09, 2013

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  • Rookie ..... W@king Up..... (7/12/2013 1:53:00 AM)

    I hate sad poems: (but I love them when I see and realise how much work was put into them. This one is one of the few poems about mums that I savoured and could take my time in reading. Keep writing, ash! (Report) Reply

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