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Mom... Did you just...
Pills and whiskey down her throat
As she slowly stumbles down the stairs.
Yes.
Through her cries and regret
She begins crashing into walls.
Panic.
"Call 911!" I yell, as I begin holding my mother
After she collapsed, her head hitting the floor.
Why...
I hear police sirens outside our home.
My sister runs through the front door in fear.
The paramedics begin asking her things
That she barely knew the answer to.
"What's your name?"
"Do you know where you are?"
And most importantly..
"Why did you do it?"
...
"I didn't want to bother her anymore."
Pills and whiskey down her throat
As she slowly stumbles down the stairs.
Yes.
Through her cries and regret
She begins crashing into walls.
Panic.
"Call 911!" I yell, as I begin holding my mother
After she collapsed, her head hitting the floor.
Why...
I hear police sirens outside our home.
My sister runs through the front door in fear.
The paramedics begin asking her things
That she barely knew the answer to.
"What's your name?"
"Do you know where you are?"
And most importantly..
"Why did you do it?"
...
"I didn't want to bother her anymore."
Literature
Therapists, I don't like their taste.
i.
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
ii.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
iii.
inexperienced,
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
iv.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through
Literature
R.I.P.
Did anyone notice that she winced if you raised your arm?
Did anyone notice that her eyes were wide with alarm?
Did anyone notice that she never looked you in the eye?
Did anyone notice that her voice was but a sigh?
Did anyone notice that her skin was always bruised?
Did anyone question whether she might be abused?
Did anyone question why she walked in obvious fear?
Did anyone question why one day she did not appear?
Did anyone recognize her face on the six-o’clock news?
Did anyone see her remains pulled from the river refuse?
Did anyone care that this quiet girl no longer exists?
No. No one did. And she will never even be missed.
R.I
Literature
Die
Die:
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
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And now, the true story of the girl blamed for her mother's suicide attempt.
Happy.
Right?
Well, here it is. Comments, critiques? <3 I appreciate all of you <3
Happy.
Right?
Well, here it is. Comments, critiques? <3 I appreciate all of you <3
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ImpactWow, this was really sad. The poem reflects a lot of emotions. If someone read it seeing him/herself as in your work, at first that person might feel scared and at the end guilty. I have to say it clearly let the reader get the message. Vision was clear. Originality great. Technique good. And the impact was strong. Excellent work!! *Thumbs up* Keep up the good work. This was a great piece since its short but has a long line of feelings and thoughts into it. Well, at least the way I see it. I'd give it a 4 out of 5 If I where to critique everything as one.