O Mother.
You thought
You could fix
Three years of addition
With a half hour?
O Mother.
Why don't you just drop me off
at the institution now?
Pump me full of drugs
So you can sleep at night.
O Mother.
Am I really your heart?
Your pride and joy?
Am I really?
O Mother.
I could laugh.
Author notes
hahahahaha.
Comments
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Ouch.
This is an engulfing piece, filled with merciless flame and rage. And yet... a concerning coldness... I could hear this in my head like a recorded voice, static and monotony. Excellent piece. Harrowing. I completely understand this. You sound so much like me when I was your age... (I sound like I'm 60 or something, XP). Much love and hope to you, precious girl. As always, a pleasure to read a piece of your hurting soul.
Kisses and hugs,
~S.
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Haha...Yeah.
You make me smile.
Love, Tay
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