Mother

A poem written on the verge of suicide. Not edited.

Mother I'm sorry I've failed you
Mother I'm sorry I've failed you
There will never be another day of Spring
I'll never be what you wanted of me

There may never be a day that goes by
Where I'm a man of great adoration
Or I'm looked on in a crowd and made to be
Some exact and beautiful thing
What I am is done and it's morose
Here now, the cyanide, and the corrosion of this great flower
Once we meet, we are bound
The root to this great destiny will forever entwine us

I miss you
And I miss being happy
And not being afraid of the expectations I'll never live up to
From this damn disease
This crippled mind that I'm forever without solace from
Please lay me down
And forgive me this one last sin
And forever may we all know peace
Forgotten in the soil
In the dust.