I wrote a poem called Mom and then I wrote a poem that replied to that poem called Mom's Point of View, and this one's replying to Mom's Point of View..well, it's confusing, but if you read the poems it would make sense
You know what, Mom? I will
I'll commit suicide
But before I do
Here's the story of my life
My daddy raped me
When I was just three
He beat me until
I couldn't even see
My dog got ran over
When I was about five
Every night after that
I wished he were alive
But my wish never came true
So I finally gave up
But I still miss him
He's in Heaven, I trust
My grandpa got cancer
When I was about six
When they told me, I thought it was a joke
People can play such mean tricks
But it wasn't a joke
And I'll always remember it
Because he died a few months after
Then I knew for sure it wasn't a trick
I started cutting
When I was about ten
I didn't understand what the big deal was
I was clueless then
Now I have an alcoholic mother
And an abusive dad
And in my opinion,
That's sort of sad
So Mom, don't tell me you've had a worse life
Because you know it's not true
You just want me to feel bad
Well, I'll never feel bad for you
So, as I'm writing this
I'm wondering if I really should try
To cut myself
And end this ridiculous life.
