So Mommy,
Please tell us,
What’s it going to be…?
The heroin, the sex…
Or will you choose me?
You’re daughter,
Your life,
What’s it going to be…?
Another fix, another lie…
Or will you finally choose me?
Your sanity, your laughs,
Your trust,
What’s it going to be…?
The streets, the sirens…
Or, might you choose me?
So Mommy,
Please tell us,
What’s it going to be…?
Am I worth it to you…?
Can you choose me…?
The darkness, the shadows,
They’re fading you out-
These drugs are taking over,
And I’m starting to doubt…?
So Mommy,
Am I worth it to you?-
What’s it going to be…?
This time around,
(I’m begging)
Please, choose me.
Author notes
The Center Of Every NightMare Is Focussed Around Her.
(I Just Want To Be A Good Enough Reason For Her To Be Sober)
A contest entry
- Pain/Hurt/Life scars. Release your pain to me by LanguishedLad.
450 points, ended April 24, 2008, 55 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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that was so emotional and pianful....great write. I know the pain in wanting a little of mommys attention, it's hard. You did a wonderful job in expressing that. Can't wait to see some of your other work too
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hey this is an amzing write so filled with pain and hurt but its the pian and emotion that makes poetry amazing...an amazing release for me i understand this poem completely.
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This hurts to read. I know it sucks...so much..and if it's meant to happen, it'll happen. It's not about you not being good enough, or not good enough...her demons are stronger than anything mortal.
You'll be okay babydoll, your strong.
And I'm here for you.
^_^
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on my gosh...this is probably the most touching poem I've read in a while. I know EXACTLY how that feels. you did a great job with the stanza "This time around,
(I’m begging)
Please, choose me."
I love this on the real! Keep up the fantastic work!
love alwayz
xXSuidal KissesXx
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Such a sad thought for a mother to choose other things than her own child. Horrible.
I can feel the need to be chosen, just sprang into action by these words
Great job with this. keep up the good work. -
this is a great poem.
you feel everythng that you wanted to be.
this is one of the best so far that i have read.
keep up the good work.
Caycee*
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When someone we love is bound to addiction, you have to divorce yourself from them, emotionally. This poem speaks of a little girl, who feels so alone, needing even just a scrap of love- my heart breaks for that little girl... You can not let the demons that have ruined "mommy" ruin you too.
(oh and good luck on the contest!)
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