Usually the mind is happy,
and if not,
sad.
Inside my mind,
there are two people.
a mother
and child.
The mother is always yelling the child.
The child is always cowering in a corner,
afraid of the mother.
Yelling things that should never be told to a little kid,
You are a waste of space,
time,
and money.
You aren't beautiful and you don't deserve to live.
You make life hard, it would be so much easier without you.
I know these words all too well.
For a mother should never hurt, they should love.
Never lie, but speak truths.
Supportive and loving.
Willing to let go and keeping safe.
But this mother is not fit for the title.
Mother's been away for a while,
the child, however,
still fears the day she returns.
Child has been doing better.
Mother's gone.
Life, however,
has not been better.
Child's wishing for something good to happen.
That something may come.
That mother,
will stay away.
A/N
Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a long time, but I don't know. I may have another update up soon for you guys, not this book in particular, but another one. I don't know yet. Please vote, comment, follow, all that fun stuff.
If this book gets up to 100 reads and 20 votes, (it's at 64 reads and 9 votes so far, so there isn't much left), I'll update Am I Allowed To Cry!
Sorry for those of you who loved the prologue and Chapter 1 was bad, I'm trying to make it interesting!
Just a reminder that this is my mind, not real life, I AM OKAY, please don't worry.
Thanks,
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Depression Poems
PoetryMe trying poetry. These come from my heart, and I've wanted to try for a while, and I think that this story could do well, or else I wouldn't have tried it. Some of these are my own thoughts about people, and some I made up on the spot.
