I Miss You Mom
I've been popping pills, can't you tell?
Pupils dilated, high as hell
Numb my pain, they do it well, brilliant mind like Galileo
Rolling L's, light up, in a hour I'll ash my Lucky
Trying to wish back when I had Timmy, Tommy, and Chucky
Seemed so little, but when you're older, they're not so tiny
Writing this inside my notebook
Take a toke and think of Mommy
Hair fell out; days went from bright to cloudy
Lupus was her appointment, so she had to leave early
Never tardy.
This poem is about:
Me
My family