the mother.

there’s a woman

who wasn’t the best mother


she had depression

it was quite sad

even tried to take her life


her little silver friend

painted her skin in red

medication she took daily

barely ever helped her


she tried her best

she couldn’t control it

her emotions overwhelmed her


the demons in her head

screamed at her

telling her lies

making her feel useless


crowding her judgment

scaring her friends

breaking up her family


But she’s better

Much better


She’s happy and healthy

Unlike before

Hasn’t thought about suicide

Since that sad day a few years ago


Time heals everything

So they say…

but today,

her friends came back


the red covered her body

the silver surrounded her

and that was the last time

she was seen alive


This poem is about: 
Our world


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