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Im living this life for you now.
Blinded by pessimism,
a hallow whisper "I can't do this anymore."
Grabbing the bottle, counting each pill I swallow
the next one
will free me
from this hell.
I wait, wait
wait to die.
Wait to be free from pain.
I vomit, expelling death.
Stepping from the toilet,
I watch scared as mom collapses to the floor.
breathless, lifeless
The woman who had stood so strong,
fell so weak.
Her addicton controls her
Death eliminates her.
I cry out,
God took the wrong one!
Not my time.
My moms time.
this poem is really good.. i
this poem is really good.. i know how you feel.