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11.5

To: my mom

Re: I didn't mean it

I'm sorry that I want to die
That all I ever do is cry.

I'm sorry for being such a burden
Now all I want to do is hang from the curtain.

I couldn't care less about my looks
And all I wanted to do was hit the books.

But you fussed over my health
And from your care I reap the wealth.

I'm sorry for getting upset over a test
When all you wanted me to do was rest.

I'll never forgive myself for how your eyes
Wept and wept and drowned the skies.

If I could take back every word
Then maybe this poem would go unheard.