# Poem: For My Mom

Author: zetasyanthis
Tags: Depression, Invalidation, Poem, Suicide

#1 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis

A sad poem about the damage my mom has done. CW: Suicidal imagery.
(And yes, I'm safe and getting help. Actually posting this from Sierra Tucson of all places.)

CW for suicidal imagery.

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I know people crying, weeping.  
I know people, dying, same.  
I know people with my faces.  
I know people with my names.

Should I weep for silence loudly,  
Should I cry for hopeless depths,  
Should I die on worlds so lonely,  
that I choke on my last breath.

Should I die by silence, weeping,  
Should I die because of plans,  
Should I die by endless bleeding,  
I will die by my own hands.

I will die in brutal terror.  
I will die in trauma, deep.  
I will die in frantic heartbeats,  
surging crimson, bloody creek.

As I weep inside for pleasure,  
As I weep for blessed death,  
I will weep for sex so sick and sweet,  
it fin'lly gives me rest.

I'll die in brutal terror.  
I'll die in deep despair.  
I'll die forever hopeless.  
I'll die because I care.

I'll die because of hopelessness.  
I'll die because I dared.  
I'll die because I hoped and dreamed  
that my mom would just care.

I die 'cause she would never see.  
I die 'cause she refused.  
I die 'cause she'd not separate?  
her child from her views.

I die 'cause I felt worthless.  
I die 'cause I felt used.  
I die 'cause I felt dead inside.  
I'm hung from twisted noose.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/zeRzEpYe
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